I can't do it. The walking dead, maintaining my friendships.
God, I'm trying to save a dying person here. And Tay, sorry if I cuss.
I've just been feeling down and my friends are feeling down and I feel like it's all my fault because I can't be there for them. I hate Boston. I hate my parents. I hate YouTube.
I hate life. Just ask the knife I almost stabbed into my heart.
Just...*looks away*
I'm sorry guys.
I'm really sorry I can't do anything.
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The Ghost Advice Horse Journal
Random2 cups of random, a teaspoon of requests, a pinch of rants, 1/2 a cup of best friends, and 2 cups of stories. Mix it up. This is the recipe for disaster.
