whoever's listening//a.i.

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␛four:twenty-seven am

dear whoever's listening,

something's different about hayley. her eyes look tired and she always wears sweaters now. she doesn't talk as much as she used to. she lost her bubbly self. it was like a constant reminder that nothing lasts forever. i tried talking to her, but she only nods or shakes her head.

calum thinks she's good for me, to help me get better. i guess she was. allison doesn't come over as often. she calls everyday though while she's on break at work. i guess people are running out of time for my problems. but she still stuck around for when she could. i hope she'll come over tomorrow. i need someone here to stop myself. calum called before, he said that he met someone named michael that he thought would be a good friend to me. i don't want to make new friends. everyone always leaves the depressed boys. even thinks it's just a phase, or an aesthetic. it's so untrue. they'll never know how much shit i go through. and i'm losing hayley, the only girl that could save me.

thanks for listening.

love,

ashton