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I don't know what else to do so I just cry, as I sit in my room and think of new ways to die. I tried to get hit by a car, but the damn driver was straight and hadn't come from the bar. So I went home into my room then cuddled with my pillow, then got the idea of hanging from the weeping willow. The branch broke, and didn't leave me to choke. So I dropped to my feet, go into the house and take a seat. I grab a steak knife, hoping this will end my life. Slice my wrist as I see the blood drip down my hand. It wasn't deep enough so I cut again, pushing as hard as I can. The pain hurts worse and worse as the blood flows. I cover my face so no one else knows. Just as I start to feel dizzy and think I'm gonna die. I ask myself "how come this happened to me?? Why??"I just lay there as I'm thinking this is my last day to suffer. Then all what seemed a few minutes passed by and I started to feel tougher. I grabbed a chain and ladder then headed for a tree, then say to myself "THIS IS THE LAST TIME ANYONE MESSES WITH ME". I grab onto the ladder and climb up it Slip the chain and around my neck and tree, jump off the ladder as I scream "AHHH" I start to gag and choke, my eyes roll back in my head and then twenty minutes later I woke. But I'm in a different place, somewhere to where I'm not crowded and I have plenty of space.

It took so many times to kill me, now no else will ever hurt me because now I am free!!!