No one is around to talk to, even if I had someone to talk to. My heart is heavy with things I don't voice because to do so would be angsty, would be whining, would be attention seeking. As I entertain thoughts of suicide, I throw on music, knowing on some level I neither have the courage to live, or the courage to die. Time passes. The internet helps 3 become 4 become 5, and I go to sleep. This will not be the last time it happens; it was not the first.

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