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Oh, by the way, he wants a divorce. So should I except I don't. I want to believe we can actually work it out even though we've been "trying to work it out" for months and it's been futile.
I hurt all over.
I have no one. Literally, I have no one to lean on. I am consumed by this silence. I don't know what to do with myself anymore. Cutting doesn't have the appeal it once used to have. Sleeping pills are not even as effective as they used to. Drinking makes me feel very bad the next morning. And I still haven't found the perfect way to kill myself.
He says he's sigle now and can do whatever he wants.
I hurt all over.
I have no one. Literally, I have no one to lean on. I am consumed by this silence. I don't know what to do with myself anymore. Cutting doesn't have the appeal it once used to have. Sleeping pills are not even as effective as they used to. Drinking makes me feel very bad the next morning. And I still haven't found the perfect way to kill myself.
He says he's sigle now and can do whatever he wants.