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6 : 4 4 pm

"Oh we know,

It's hard to leave,

Making it harder to breathe,

I'm leaving tonight,

I'll be gone in the morning."

-the neighbourhood

I stood in the bathroom at exactly 12:00.

I had the pills and everything.

I had gotten a text earlier from Noah, something about he was getting back together with Chelsea.

We got into a huge argument about how she treated him terribly, using him then throwing him out like yesterday's leftovers.

Of course, he said that wasn't true.

I brought up the fact that they had broken up seventeen times in the past four months.

He said he knew it was different this time.

I just told him, don't you think that if it were meant to be, it would've happened already?

He didn't think he could love anyone the way he loved her.

That stung, not to mention, that love was wasted on a fricking slut.

I looked at pictures of the procedure I was supposed to have done, and I almost cried.

No, I did cry.

I never cry.

I couldn't take the pills.

Killing just me would be okay, but I couldn't kill someone else too.

What was I saying?

That's why I was having the procedure.

To get rid of it.

Should I?

The real question is, would I?

Signed,

anonymous

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