i asked you what happened that night,
knowing you would reply with,
"nothing."
i couldn't help but notice the deep pain in your eyes,
screaming,
"i fucking swallowed 12 pills to finally kill the pain but it's still fucking there."
i was supposed to be there for you.
i was supposed to be the raft you could hang on to
in this ocean of fucking despair.
instead,
you had time on your side and you used it to your advantage.
i was gone and you were here,
eating pain-killers as your last meal.
you never even told me.
i had to find out from a friend 4 days later.
do you know how stupid i felt?
how horrible i felt?
i'm not trying to be a selfish bitch,
for i'd rather keep all the pain for myself
than have you feel a sliver of regret.
but now all i can feel is a burning
betrayal.
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hello again.
i deleted my other story, in case you didn't notice.
i just couldn't bring myself to write about it.
so to make up for it,
even though i know it truly sucked,
i'm going to start a fanfiction.
i think it will be about luke hemmings.
still thinking of ideas.
hugs and kisses,
josephine snow.
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