sometimes life isn’t worth the pain. i’m going for a swim. goodbye, my love.
The red washingdown the bathtubcan’t change the color of the seaat all.
Write something, even if it’s just a suicide note.
She often told me she was frightened of getting old…
So, Anna, did you knowThat when you kill yourselfThose you say you love,They die too?
I decided to find out how people at school might react if one of the students never came back.
How unhappy does one have to be before living seems worse than dying?