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So this is how you repay me? After I let you be apart of my life again and you go and say shit about me. I can't believe you. I thought everything was gonna be okay. I thought we were gonna be okay. But no. You go say shit about me like, I'm emo, I cut myself, I'm not worth the time, I apparently smell like weed, I should go die, I have nobody who cares about me. Oh I'm sorry you never felt depressed, I'm sorry I'm not good enough, I'm sorry for coming into your life, I'm sorry for being here, I'm sorry for trying to be your friend and helping you. Depression isn't a fucking joke. Neither is suicidal thoughts or people who cut themselves to release pain to having mental issues, to thinking their not good enough, to thinking their fat so they starve themselves, to have to stay up all night and think their not worth it. You have the fucking nerve to make that a joke? I don't smell like weed, your mother sells it so you most likely do, isn't that why she went to jail? You have to many boyfriends and you go around being all slutty, boy to boy to boy. Maybe that's why you can't keep a year-long relationship. Nobody wants to be friends with you because your too bitchy. That's just the way you are. You have flaws, just like me. You don't like it when people mention how your personality is, why judge other's? I can't believe you, just to think I wanted to help you. I wanted you to get help for your health. I cared about you. I looked up to you. I saw everything in you. But here we are, enemies down to every bone we have. Have you ever thought about who your hurting? Have you ever thought how your making yourself look like the idiot? Have you ever thought in the end nobody's gonna be there for you, when you needed them the most and you drove them away with all your hatred for everything. I'm sorry for you. I really am. But now, I don't think I really care for you. That's how life goes. Have fun where you end up.
