..... i really do. i need to die. it seems to have become an obsession, thinking about it constantly anf making plans. i dont know how i became this person. i was a nice little girl until i was abused. you see if i hadnt laughed at him when he made rude signs to me he would have left me alone. if i had told on him he wouldnt have been able to do it to anyone else. now, i make myself sick. lazy, fat, cant work, dirty, cant sleep, cant take part in life. whats the point. be better dead. i would have peace. help me.
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