I don’t know which is worse - spending two days in an empty house in the middle of nowhere knowing that no one is looking for me or realizing that if I had killed myself yesterday they’d only find my body on Monday when the new semester starts. If you don’t find me after 2 days, stop looking.
I know her as a friend of Sophie. She went with her for a kickboxing class, I think.
I realised she deleted her twitter after she posted this last post. I only have certain few of friends — when the digits fell from the follower list — her twitter was already gone.
Then I saw these, from someone’s RT:
She have a flair of poetic and cryptic writing on her blog. I think nothing of it when it comes to the reflection of hopelessness, as it might be one of her soliloquy from someone else’s perspective.
Now I’m genuinely worried.
I hope she’s safe and well.
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Update:
She’s safe.
(Source: thelesserbear)
