Letters To Gerard. [Frerard]

The Eighteenth Letter.

I don't know what to do. I'm so scared. I'm so done. You do what you want and you don't give a blind thought to me.

I'm so busy worrying about everyone else, who's going to worry about me? I worry about Mikey, I worry about your mom, I worry about my mom, I even worry about Bert - and he beat me up. I worry about you the most. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I'm just scared.

I'm so alone, Gerard. What do I do? You've always told me what to do. How to be. You've always guided me through everything and told me when I'm wrong. Now I barely even see you.

I've got nobody. Not even you.

How did this happen?

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