The Plan


This is the plan. I have to push people away, to make them hate me that they won’t be sad when I die. It’s true suicide won’t end pain, it’s just passed on. That’s why I need people to hate me as much as I hate myself. So that when I commit suicide I won’t feel guilty for anything. The plan is that nothing can stop me from ending this. The plan has to be perfect. It has to be.

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