I am an exit.
These words are still ringing true. I feel like a selfish brat as illustrated in my soon-to-be next blog post. I can't help but feel that I've let my depression come back and do this to me. It's rubbing it in my face. It's flaunting how easy it would be to just stop now. I really am mister Self Destruct.
But the ending doesn't have to be the same. I'll find a way out that doesn't require death. Somehow.
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