Death seems to be the easiest yet still difficult way out. I am left alone now, both literally and figuratively. With only P70 and things to buy for a shoot I've already committed to.
I am shit.
I don't really wish to disappear. I just want things to stop moving for a while, just so I can breathe.
I don't want to ask C for help anymore. He's already done enough and I haven't really given him anything in return.
I want to hurt myself.
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