It’s surprising how much I’ve wanted to end my life this year

I thought I was actually getting better last year, and then, this year came and I was forced into this job and I think of ending it all at least fifteen times in a day. I see a knife and I see the possibility of being happy: death. 

How wrong and broken must I be that death is what I think will bring me happiness? How twisted can I be?

I need to leave this job but I don’t know how. God. Please kill me. 

Please let me rest. 

Please please please

Please dont make me come here agai 

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