Not everything is in black and white. Not everything falls either under the realm or 'right' or that of 'wrong'. Some things just are.
Like the last suicide note I wrote about a week ago. Only this time, I did not destroy it. I have it with me, to remind me of it. To pull out and take morbid pleasure out of it. I don't know. I just somehow felt that this would be the last one, if I didn't destroy it.
That said, one of my friends jokingly asked me the other day if I have made out a will. I think I should.
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