You say you need me.
I drop everything I'm doing.
I leave my girlfriend, sitting alone in some coffee shop, and run outside.I call you.
You answer. Crying.
I shh you and tell you it's okay. I ask you what's wrong.
You whimper that you shouldn't tell me. That I'll just say I told you so.
You say a few more things I can't quite make out.
You hang up, and send me a screenshot of her telling you she wishes she could have back the love she used to have for you.
I panic.
I pace back and forth trying to call you.
I know you're thinking about killing yourself.
I-
I wish you hadn't said.You had to go.
I knew you meant something bad.
You had told me a few days ago she was supposed to be FUCKING HELPING you through this and I just.
I call you 23 times between the coffee house and home.
You answer on the 24th.
Geez you say.
In your normal dorky voice.
You don't know.
You couldn't have known.I thought you were going to fucking kill yourself.
I thought I had LOST you.
I thought you shot-
No.
That's too much to think about.I thought you died.
I was so close to calling the police. Or your mom. Or her.
But I didn't.
Because you asked me not to.
I thought my best friend was dead.
I don't know if I could handle you dying.
I would listen to that stupid song that makes me think about you all the time and-
It would be true.
I love you.
Asshole.
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My Fucked Up Life.
De TodoIncludes Mostly just depressing shit now Dialogs Scenes Random journal types entries. Writing exercises. Depressing shit.