I, James Kayle Pearce, am saying goodbye. I wish it didn't have to be like this. I think of all the people my death will hurt and it breaks my heart. I feel your pain so clearly. That's why I have to do this. I feel everything, and everything I feel is so strong. It started almost three years ago, just three days after Valentine's Day. Professor Dougherty was lecturing, and I thought how teaching the same class year after year must be boring. Then I felt it the crushing monotony like it was my own. I almost screamed. But as soon as I thought that maybe he enjoyed sharing his love of anthropology with new minds, I felt that instead. It was so strong I almost fell out of my chair.

It's been like that ever since. When someone else is upset, I'm broken. If I see someone happy, I'm elated. All the time, no exceptions. There's no room for my own feelings.

And I can't take any more. I hate hate hate the feeling of what you'll experience when you discover I'm gone... but it's that feeling that I have to escape. I'm sorry.

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