September 10th
Day three of therapy, if anything this is going to make me kill myself.
I'm still wearing the necklace you got me. The one with your initials carved into it? I was playing with it during the session today.
Becca is onto me. ( satan )
She asked, "Who is m.c.?" I just smiled sadly, looked her dead in the eye, and said, "He is the reason I'm like this."
I left after that.
I want to tell her, maybe talking about it to someone will help me. Not these treacherous letters.
You love me huh? Is this love? You said forever, you fucking promised Michael.
Love is when you can't see yourself without that person. Not only do you think of them when you're crying alone at 2am you think of them at 2pm when you're busy and your thoughts are jumbled. However, your mind manages to wander to that person. What are they doing? Are they well? Are they thinking about me too?
No. You aren't thinking about me are you Michael Clifford?
How dare you say you love me. How could you make me feel these things I was so scared to let myself do? You told me I shouldn't be scared, that love is a beautiful thing.
Go ahead, rip my heart out. Show me what love's all about.
It's beautiful right? No. Not all love. My love for you obviously meant nothing to you since here I am, alone at 2am and you're asleep not caring that I need you.
I didn't just love you though. I loved you with my heart, my soul, my body, my emotions, everything. I gave everything to you, and yet here I am. Trying to find any possible piece of myself that I can start with to try and put myself back together.
But oh no, you were my glue and without you I am nothing.
-Andy
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This was long.
- Sam the loser
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