to the boy with blue eyes,
i overreacted and i realize that now.
i hate you so much. it's to the point where i can't properly formulate words because of my everlasting hatred. you invaded my private space and you're probably judging me because of that. i hate it when people judge me for something i can't fix.
the voices won't stop screaming at me. i'm taking the pills because i want to get better, but my body isn't letting me. i ripped those family photos because they're gone. they're just gone from my life. those razor blades i don't want to explain, and those tissues are for my stupid snot that comes dribbling out of my nose when i cry. it's so fucking stupid how much i miss you.
i want to text you and i want to pick up the phone, but i'm trapped in this cycle of misery. you still won't leave me alone and it's almost been a week. i've barely ate anything and all i've been doing was, well, sleeping.
just fuck off, okay?
please, just leave me alone.
ugh,
- seto

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