PLEASE STOP TELLING ME IM PRETTY, IM DIEING INSIDE AND U ARENT HELPING AT ALL. PLEASE DONT TELL ME THAT IM FINE, WHEN ALL THESE LITTLE CUTS SAY YOU ARE SICK BUT ITS OK. PLEASE DONT TELL ME YOU LOVE ME... WETHER U DO OR NOT, IT ONLY MAKES THE PAIN WORSE, IT ONLY MAKES THE INFECTION DEEPER. ONE BY ONE I WILL PUSH U. PUSH ALL THAT I LOVE AWAY, UNTIL EVERYONE THAT CARES HATES ME UNTIL THIS WHOLE RIPS ME WIDE OPEN, SO U CAN SEE HOW MUCH I SUFFER WITHIN UNTIL THIS THING CALLED LIFE IS FINALLY OVER. NO ONE WHO LOVES ME WILL READ THIS./ IVE MESSED UP EVERYTHING.MY FORGIVENESS COMES IN FORMS OF BLOODSHED. NOTHING CAN SAVE ME AND IM SORRY, TO EVERYONE.THIS ISNT GOODBYE, JUST WISH ME LUCK FOR TOMORROW.
