Suicide

Forget me. I mean it. Completely forget that I exist. I thought I would be able to get over you, but it has brought me nothing but pain so I want nothing to do with it anymore. I love you and still care about you, but I know you cant feel the same way. Maybe sometime in the future our paths will cross again....I really hope so.....Im sorry, but I need you to forget about me. Goodbye Sammy. And this time it's final.

Fuck. You.

No, seriously. You can go fuck yourself.

You ruined my perfectly amazing night, along with something I read. But seriously...What the fuck?

I don't know if this is what it's meant to be, but it sure sounds like a suicide note.

Forget me. I mean it. Completely forget that I exist.

Ok, yeah. Just saying that is going to make me worried sick that your going to do something very stupid with yourself. I might be done with you, but saying shit like that isn't going to help me "forget" you.

I thought I would be able to get over you, but it has brought me nothing but pain so I want nothing to do with it anymore. I love you and still care about you, but I know you cant feel the same way.

I have told you this a million times, and I know I did not believe it for a while, either. But seriously: All it takes is time. And telling ME to forget about YOU is not going to help YOU in this situation. And saying that you love me isn't going to help, either. Especially since you can't decide whether you do or don't love me. And don't say that I "cant feel the same way" because I can feel love. Maybe not towards you, but trust me. I have the ability to feel the same way. You're just reminding me of the feelings I'm battling with now...Feelings I don't want to admit.

Maybe sometime in the future our paths will cross again....I really hope so.....

You may think this sounds like you're not going to kill yourself, but think again. To me this screams that you are going to. You are implying that you hope we meet each other again someday, alive or dead. In all honesty, this just makes me feel sick.

Im sorry, but I need you to forget about me. Goodbye Sammy. And this time it's final.

Really? Is that so?

What makes you think I'm going to believe you? Seeing that you always seem to find a way to tell me those words and you always manage to somehow call or message me again...

Oh, wait. You won't be able to get into contact with me if you're dead, will you?

You are implying the worst.

I've said it before, but I will say it again:

Killing yourself is a selfish escape. Don't give up on life, make it give up on you.

Some people don't have a choice. Some people die within the first hour of their life, and there's nothing anyone can do about it.

And yet...your choosing to take a life that someone else might have loved to have...And we will never know.

Think about it.

Not that you will read this.

Think of me as the girl who just writes this blog to keep her sane.

Because that's all I really am. A figment of your imagination.

Stop believing I'm real.

I no longer am to you.