LivingAbortion
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It's 2:40 PM where I live. My dad gets home at about 6:00. I've spent all day looking for his gun, and I found it. But I can't find the bullets. He likely takes them with him when he goes to work. Still, I'm not sure if that will stop me. When he goes to bed, I'll look in his van. If I find them, I'm done. This is not a fucking joke, you are actually reading a likely suicide confession. I don't want to do this, but last night I reached some kind of enlightenment, like it just doesn't fucking matter any more. I finally grew the balls to do it, and I intend to. All of this because our decrepit, evil society had to shun a shy little boy. All he wanted was to be friends, but they wouldn't accept him. He could have cured cancer, but that's NOT what they wanted. They did not allow him to give back, so now he no longer wants to exist in this world.