TW:: [implications of suicidal thoughts?]
"........... it's. Getting to me...
I've tried so hard... So hard to get what I really needed. Affection. Attention. Love. Anything. I've gotten some.. but not enough. I'm a selfish fuck.. I've done so much. I don't wanna try anymore.. I don't wanna do this anymore. I'll never get better so what's the point in trying? Nobody will ever love me like he did. Not wilbur. Someone. It's just overwhelming... Too much for me..... Someone loved me. He fucking loved me and I loved him back but I ruined it. I ruined it and I can't do anything about it..
Maybe I should just feed myself to Purpled.
If I did and someone finds this, I want red and blue flowers at my funeral, if anyone even attends. I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry, everyone."
-Jack.
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<<Jack's Journal.>>
RandomA funny little journal for a funny little man with funny little things on his mind.. WARNINGS: NSFW, mentions of unlife, pills, ect.
