Three hundred and fifty five days.

I love you all more than you will ever be able to imagine. You are some of the kindest, most tolerating, most caring, loving, funniest, most understanding, most respectable and respectful people I have ever had the pleasure of speaking to. That said, these three hundred and fifty five days have been some of the worst in my life. Mentally, I’ve been quite awful for approximately three years now, and it’s really not improved, and in fact, I’d say the felts community dug me even deeper into this hole. But somehow, I don’t feel negatively towards you guys. See, I would assume that I would. That this community ruined my life. But no, somehow, I feel almost… grateful? Almost as if you guys helped me, instead of damaging me. And you see, that is because you did. You were always there for me when I was struggling, when I was contemplating things, when I did bad things, I was always able to look for support in you guys. A bunch of you probably don’t remember when I was like the worst worst during December or January, but it certainly happened, and I was always able to find solace in this community, and for that, I am filled with gratitude, and I am eternally thankful. However, I simply can’t keep going on like this. There comes a time it’s too much a burden to wear, and today is that day. I can’t keep doing this. I am not killing myself, despite my considerations and contemplations towards doing such. I’ll probably cut myself tonight. And maybe, just maybe, you don’t need to do anything about it. Maybe this time it’s not your business. I want you to not hold my burden just this one time, and for you always carrying my burden, I thank you, but I want you now to be content, be happy, please just relax. I want Snipelt to know I care about him and I want him to know I hope he doesn’t harm himself, as we’ve sent out our support. I want him to know it’s not his fault for having struggles.

Count how many words there were in that paragraph.

(Hint: It was 355, as in, how many days I’ve been in Felts.)

Thank you so much, may we meet again one day.

Snipelt, please don’t kill yourself. It’d be throwing away the remainder of a life that’s barely begun.

Please, push through.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Thank you.