My eyes are fluttering. It feels good. Finally, that relief. It will all be fine. I won’t care if they know. I won’t care who I hurt. I’ll be dead, and I won’t care. I close my eyes for a moment, and when they open again I can see the door move. They cannot be home yet, I don’t want them to be. They won’t understand. Conciousness… slipping… stop… I…

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About a month ago, I was in a relationship. About a two months ago, I wanted to end the relationship.

I was afraid.

I didn’t know what was happening, I was unhappy, and I was second guessing myself.

No sense being in an unhappy relationship, right?

I made a cock-and-bull story about how it was better for her, that I couldn’t make her happy, and even though it was completely true, I had other intentions on my mind. There’s no way I ended it because I was afraid for her. It was selfish, it was ass, and I should have done it sooner.

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About a month ago, I was in a relationship, but about a month ago I was ending my relationship.

She didn’t likeit