Ive been really open, and honest and I just dont want to anymore. I just dont want to do anything anymore. We used to be so close, and now were so far apart. And i want to drink and smoke. But i cant because then i feel worse because you thought i was better. But im just a piece of shit that tried to kill herself exactly 2 years ago. And failed. I wish i had of never failed. Not only have i failed you, but i failed myself too. And now i cant fucjing stop. Ill tell everybody im fucking fine. Just to save your fucking face, ill tell them all what a good guy you were and how you treated me right and i wont say that i just wsnt to fucking die because i fucked up. And i continue to fuck up. But its so fucking hard not to miss you when all anyone does is bring you up. And i just want to be held but you dont fucking love me anymore. It wouldnt even hurt like this if i still had the friendship i had with you. Because you know everything and i want to cry about everything. I just fucjing deserve to die.
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2016
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