Thank you. Really. Thank you. I understand, so much. I understand being suffocated by yourself and losing your grip because the ledge is slippery from all your crying. And that's not just metaphorical. I hate myself and I need someone to talk to because if I don't speak I'm afraid I'll fall into the background, too far into the shadows for anyone to see me. Thank you for trying to help, for trying to pull me up from my bed where I spill the most emotions. I really do appreciate someone being able to understand me. And that poem you posted, To This Day, makes me tear up everytime I read it because I can relate so much it hurts. Thank you, again. If you need someone to talk to, I'll be that person. But you have to promise you'll be that person for me