It's okay, you aren't the first, buddy. I did think you were God, glorious, and I was nothing. Congrats, you got a claw in my back that has tortured me for a long time. You've blocked me by attacking my computer if I come by. You are creative.
It's unhealthy for me to see you. You make me aggressive, even numbed. You're an asshole. I already have one of my own. I don't need another.
People have been trying to get me to kill myself for a long time. At one point in my life, I was in so much pain that I wanted it to stop. I tried to get the cops to kill me when I had that headache. Then my schizophrenia got so bad I sprayed blood on the walls and did the head banging (psychotronic people didn't help). The punk came into the bathroom and put his hand in my face. That was inappropriate. I never said anything. They used Putin against me, the machines. I would have told him to "fuck off" otherwise. Excuse my language today.
They were giving me advice. Bitch.
The thing with suicide is that it's a personal choice. There are plenty of ways to die, and if you really want to, you can do it. You don't need Breaking Benjamin and his "poetry." Spells. You aren't a bad person for being expensive.
Anyway, every time I've tried to kill myself, I haven't said a word until I was in the final moments. My body betrayed me though, and it shut off my brain in self-preservation. Maybe I'm a part of a zooit.
And I get that Grimes wants to help, and some of the others, too, but there are many others who are using us. One has to be careful with Zoroastrianism. It's a wicked world, especially in the US. We're too incited. You guys could probably make a difference if you set up clinics. I know you're too busy fighting the drug companies. As I've said a billion times, brain adjustments will be like getting braces in the future.
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