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What do you do on the days depression is stronger than you, and when those days become more often than not?
I can't do this anymore.
I'm not strong enough.
Maybe I'll figure something out.
I want to delete my account, but maybe I'll leave it. Maybe I'll come back. Maybe I won't.
Thank you. For everything.
I can't do this anymore.
I'm not strong enough.
Maybe I'll figure something out.
I want to delete my account, but maybe I'll leave it. Maybe I'll come back. Maybe I won't.
Thank you. For everything.
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I am late, maybe. I understand completely on how you feel in this piece. I am an emotional wreck, contemplated suicide, but I have too much going for me to commit to such. Dying is easy, to live is a challenge. Not everyone likes a challenge, but it's merely an idea. A concept. I adore a challenge. From all the hell that I have been through, I have grown to be strong not only emotionally, but mentally, physically and spiritually. As a plan Z, I might blow up some stuff. But, plan J is in progress. I wish you luck on your journey mi las. If anything, I am here to talk or listen. It is my job after all. 