It would be a disservice to attempt to copy Jacks'. I don't have quite the same magic when it comes to my puzzles. I mostly get sad and high. So here's me sad and high.

The me that I am, the unprovable me. This me can't do it. I just. I just can't.

I'm staring at my keyboard trying to put this into words. I know I won't get a second chance to say this.

I don't want to die. I just don't want to... exist.

It would be a waste to hurt this body. This body can still be someone. Just not me.

I just want to stop being but that would hurt everyone I know. I would be even more of a burden as a corpse and I just want to not be a burden.

So that's why I'm trying this.

I'm giving someone else a chance.

The boy that lived in this body for two decades is just not someone who can exist. He would give up. He DID give up.

By the time this gets to you guys you've probably met the new girl.

You don't have to be her friend, she's not me. You don't know her.

Well you kind of do. She's been here a while just not... Right Here.

Fuck I'm typing this in so many ways and none of it makes sense still.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry I couldn't just be a person. I know exactly what was expected of me and I just couldn't do it.

This world is such a fucking awful place.

She'll make it better. You all will. I know you can.

Make it better for people like us.

Please.

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