I can't handle this anymore. I hate having an ED. Being 16 just isn't so sweet. I took too many pills the other night, and I was in the hospital for about a day. (Not enough to kill me though) ODing is the way I'll go. Being alive scares me, and the pain just gets worse everyday. I don't want to do it but I think I just might have to. Everytime I close my eyes, I see him. I see his cut up face, the machine breathing for him, his swollen body, bloody bandages wrapped around his head, his eyes tightly shut...I want him to be here so bad. I miss being someones little sister. I want to talk to him again, and look into his eyes and tell him I love him a million times. I never got the chance. So goodbye, and I'm sorry. It's my time to go... hopefully this time I'll actually end my life.
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