depressing things I wrote...

..

Can you feel it.?
The staggering pain in you stomach?
I can feel it
It's like I'm going to puke.
Can you hear them.?
I can.
They just keep telling me to Stop.
What am I doing wrong?
There's no used to not just Not say it.

I've done alot of things...
Smoked weed,
Got high,
Smoked in general,
Snorted shit,
Got drunk,
Snuck out,
Cut myself,
And other shit.

So is this why they tell me to stop?
I understand but why just tell me to stop?
Tell me more tell me im
Useless,
Discusting,
Not needed,
And more stuff like that.

What can I do?

Can you stop this?
Please

Why did you leave?

You were all I had...

Nevermind.

YOU left me after I got drunk that night.

WHAT THE HELL DID I DO?

Did I hurt you?

I WAS FUCKING DRUNK
please...

I need someone anyone to talk to whenever..

I'm crying over you.
How long has it been since I cried..?
A year?
Two years?
Three?
I can't remember..

Your the reason I might die now..

The other thing is that I have no inspiration now.
How the hell can I write anything?
They'll all come out FUCKING depressing
How can I live with this?

HOW CAN YOU LIVE WITH THIS?

Can we just die off quietly now?
I'm actually willing to kill someone..
I can smile.
How?

It's white outside..
You've never seen snow untill I showed it to you through those photos..

Do you remember?

Just Fucking save me fucking now.

Can't you hear me?

That night I snuck out and got high YOU DIDN'T FUCKING BLOCK ME THEN WHY FUCKING BLOCK ME NOW HUH?

CAN I JUST FUCKING DIE I REMEMBER EVERY THING WE TALKED ABOUT.

just FuCkInG why?

We were best friends...
FUCKING LIES

I can't fucking go to South Africa DAMNIT

I WANTED TO FUCKING KILL YOU.

GET THE FUCK AWAY

EVERYONE

don't fucking love me

THEIR ALL FUCKING LIES..

ALL OF THEM.