And that's all she wrote. . .

To the vast majority of my friends who rather be dead,

rev-green:

I adore you. I admire you. I don’t want you to die. I don’t want you to think your mistakes are your most poignant features. I want you to know you are loved. I want you to know it, and think about it, even when you think it isn’t true. I just would like you to consider, for a moment, a single person might miss you, and your death might be the most devastating thing. All the pain is so temporary. Life is so short as it is. Please, don’t leave. Please, keep your soul here.

Wish she was here.