As Above, So Below.

Suicide. Diary of a Dead Man. Now wouldn’t that just have been lovely? And to have ended it all with a number of entries, all having to do with how everything is an issue, how there are issues about everything when it comes to B and me. I wonder how that would have made her feel. I’d be such a dog to do that. End it off with pointing fingers. “This stupid shit made me do it.” Well. If you are reading this B and I’m not around anymore then please know; it was because I was an arsehole.

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