And I can’t lose you.
I love you.

I’m about ready to have a fucking panic attack.

But really? You ask me what’s wrong, and I don’t know how to fucking tell you.

I don’t want to have to live my entire life, relying on a pill to keep my head up, when you aren’t around. I’m better then that, i’m stronger then that.

Seeing Mckane today was fantastic. 

We share so many similar views. 

I think I’ve had enough. 

I’m not taking shit anymore.

Sure, a joke here or there is fine.

But really, no more.

I deserve some goddamn respect.

I’m going to rip off your fucking arm.

Then I’ll beat the shit out of you with it.

I don’t remember the last time I hated someone so much, or someone filled me with such anger.

You Pathetic, short, sad excuse for a straight edge. I can’t wait for the day I can put your fucking teeth to the curb.

Sometimes I miss you.

It was a long time ago, I was unhappy.

But you brought me relief, happiness even.

I haven’t touched you in Two years.

Gabby hates you, and I should too.

You two were close.

Maybe as close as us.

In fact, you were one of the reasons she and I became close.

You made my blood boil, and my adrenaline go crazy.

I was constantly thinking about you.

Trying to hide you from my friends..

They made fun of me for you.

But I didn’t care.

I needed you.

I still feel like I need you.

You pushed Gabby and I away,

And brought us together.

I miss your cold touch, the pain.

Sometimes I miss slitting my wrists.

Crying like An idiot. And I don’t even cry often. I hate this. Uncertainty.