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Selfish
Suicide is selfish. Then I am too. How could someone leave their loved ones like that. Because I am selfish and therefore don't deserve to live. Don't they know how much pain they'll cause. Less pain then I'm causing now. Why wasn't our love enough? Because I know you only ever said you loved me so you wouldn't feel guilty when I killed myself. I miss them so much. You shouldn't I only made your life worse. I wish I could go back and tell them how much I loved them. Don't. I wouldn't have believed you anyway. Why didn't they reach out for help? I did. I drank too much. I took too many pills. I tried every drug I could find. I begged for someone to save me from myself. They had an addiction, I couldn't let my life revolve around their problems. I couldn't let you live your life worrying about my problems. Why didn't they try harder. I tried for so long and just kept hurting those that loved me more and more. Wasn't my love for them enough? Yes, but my love for myself wasn't.
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