December 31st, 2018 // 7:00 p.m.

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Journal, this is the last time I'll be writing this. I found a solution to all of my problems.
I'll just get drunk, try to get hit by cars on the highway, if I can't... guess I'll just jump off or I'll stab myself, over & over again, until it's all over.
I had no problem last time, so what'll be different this time?
Haha.
Goodbye, Journal. It's been fun writing in you, venting... honestly, it's no one's fault.
It's mine.
So, guess I gotta go now... drink everything away & shit.
Goodbye. Everyone.
Goodbye. Journal.
Goodbye. Demons...
Goodbye. World.

(A/N: This is it for this book. Thanks, guys. ♡
~G)

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