please rewad.

I can’t sleep. My chest is on. I’m going to throw up.

Helpmehelpmehelpmecallpleasecallwhycan’tIhearyourring.

I’m So. Lonely.

And you said we’d talk. What if we don’t.

I’m distraught.

I hate myself. SO. MUCH.

I hate my writing, I hate that, I went to bed at 12:45, got up at 1:45, tried going back to bed 20 minutes later, burned, burned, burned, and here I am at 3:10 and you haven’t called.

Maybe you’re having a bad time and you’re making up for it. Maybe though, this is what’s happening to my head, maybe after the big fight you made up.

And It’s Better Than It Ever Has Been.

Oh shit. Well I can’t do anything about it except burn.

My night was horrible. It consisted of humping Kyle’s stupid dog and not enjoying a minute, thinking about you.

And look at me. I’m killijng.[
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Fuck.

I am dying, and I’ve asked to die, I don’t want to feel this much hurt, I’m not Jaron, I’m not threatening suicide, I just want to feel good.

And I prayed that.

And I don’t understand why you’re not alone yet, or why you haven’t called.

Something has changed, it has to have.

I hate myse;lf.