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No, bcs killing someone for calling you fat is such a power move

Some "Goodbye" notes I found

It's not fair that I have to wait until 21 to even have a chance of acquiring a guñ. Other methods could work too, like lying on a trail or h@nging, but that's too complicated. With guñ it's a matter of a second and has like zero possibility of failing. Other things are preventable though. Someone could always find me before I manage to succeed.

I'm gonna be eighteen in a little over a year and I just feel like such a fucking failure. Like, people my age have things going for them, friends, relationships. And I see it as an achievement when I manage to get out of bed in the morning.

The gun shop owner looking at me after I request the cheapest handgun and a single bullet:

I don't get how anyone can be surprised that he did it. Like, it was so painfully obvious that he was either gonna k1ll himself or do this, and yet nobody did anything.

Tyler (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

I'm going through yet another phase of despising my body. Don't get me wrong, I hate myself at all times, but I just block it somehow. Suppress it. I've been looking in the mirror so much lately. Standing sideways. I've been digging my nails into my skin in frustration, because I can't even tell if I'm average weight or not. My BMI is 20.6, which is HEALTHY, but I don't feel it.

Photo dump of Nikita (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ

Idc if he was a "mean" person, he didn't deserve to die like that.

I know that I can't use my English teacher as a therapist, but it's so tempting. Besides 1) therapists are too expensive and 2) paying someone to hear me out would make me feel even worse.

Is this a safe space to say that I think he's really cute ? I don't agree with what he did, but he's just so.....argghhh (˶>⩊<˶)

I like him so much, because he's not real and didn't actually kill anyone (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

My grades are mostly not good. Not bad either though. Just the normal average. This surprises me, because I haven't been even trying to study for anything. The only way I even manage to write something are the many cheat notes I make. Back in middle school some teachers told me that I'm not dumb, that I can be smart when I want to, just put in some effort. I don't think they were telling the truth. Most likely just pitied me.