unread messages // phan.

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Mitch came to pick me up.
I didn't want to go.
He told me I was selfish,
but am I?
I don't want to live with the thought.
I don't want to see your coffin.
Who wants to see their best friend,
their lover,
their other half of their soul,
Dead?
He told me to grow the hell up.
I am.
And I hate it.
He told me to move on,
how can I?
He told me the reason I have no friends.
It's because I'm a cold hearted,
horrible,
sickly boy,
who pushes everyone away.
I don't want this to be me.
I don't want this to be what I'm defined as, Phil.
I need to change this.
I love you though.
Remember that,
wherever you are.
Just remember,
as horrible and disgusting as I am,
I love you, Phil.