9/11/11

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(My 9th birthday :3)

Why the hell don't I ever lock the fucking door?

I tried. Again. This time with a rope. I was about to jump. Here came someone. Now I'm in counseling and all kinds of other things. Damn. I can't even kill myself right. That's how you know you're a total fuck up. How you know you can't do anything right. If you can't even end your own life. I guess I'm writing again for right now. I don't know how long. I'm sorry Bren. I stopped writing you cause of a fucking girl. A girl who couldn't decide. She has no idea how much she took from me. You took half of me and she took the other half. Now, I'm left with nothing. Great. She made me forget about you. When I forgot you, it was the most fun I'd ever had. Now I guess I'll just have to stick to those bottles to make me forget, huh? Fine by me.

-Ryan

(Dude.... I wrote all these and forgot to hit publish. Tf? 😂😂😂👏👏 10/10 Aleena. Good job.)

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