The breakup had been just awful. He didn’t love me. He was all I loved. I was stupid, ugly. Why did I think he would live me?? I wanted to kill myself. I held the little bottle of pills before me… ready to do it. I raised them over my head.
And stopped.
Kill myself for what? Because a guy didn’t like me?
I realized how close I’d just been to ending my life. Furious with myself, I hurled the bottle of pills out the window.

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