At 10:30 this evening I opened Alanna's computer and found her suicide note. She had been depressed for a long time and did her best to hide it from me. I suspected her depression but she always denied it. She drank a bottle of butterscotch whiskey to wash down a whole bottle of tramadol and injected herself with dozens of insulin shots.
I am resolved to do my best to not let it happen to anyone else. No one should ever get that unhappy again.
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