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I killed myself from not saving myself from mental struggles and past traumas. The entire r/blackwhiplash_ai sub erupts in celebrations after my death gets posted online. I’m not grieved but praised for killing myself and ending all suffering from those I’ve hurt, despite my efforts to make things right.
I’m sent to the darkest level of hell where I deserve to be. I come to face with Death, who talks to me about what I could’ve done differently. I tried to fix the unfixable, but I was too stupid to attempt it. And now I died trying instead of moving on and staying with my realest friends outside of this. I forgot the password to delete this. I resist the need to die. Just so close but not enough. And now, I have to live with my own issues that continue to break me. Who wants to even befriend me anymore? I’m done trying. I’m all alone, and always will be.
This took me around a week to make, combined with the attempts of suicide and grieving of death. I’ll be there with my dead friends and family. I promise I’ll be there.