You asked me what was wrong. I told you time again, it was nothing. But you did not believe me. I said, "If there was something wrong, I'd hide it better."

I don't know if I really wanted to hide it. I read your blog. That niggling suspicion in the back of your mind. That little thought that comes through your mind, that one where you think, "What would happen if I just ended it all?" You've thought that. That thought never leaves. You try to kid yourself that it's not all that bad, that it's really quite alright, but once that thought enters your mind, that's it. There's not going back. That thought will never leave. It doesn't leave. It can't leave. And it eats away inside. As soon as that thought enters your mind, it's all over.

It's all over, isn't it?

I know what that thought does. I've had that thought. But if you have it now, then promise me that you wont drag it out.

Because that, I couldn't take...