24 February 2013
I don't see a fucking point in this anymore. In 'living,' or whatever this is classified as. I cannot do this. I cant i cant i cant i cant i cant. I can't talk to you anymore.
I never would have expected any of that from her. It makes me feel closer to her, like I have a part of her. I wish I could tell her. But, I can't. I like her now. I know who she is.
But, I can't take this, this stupid barely talking shit. I can't. You either talk to me, or you stop talking to me altogether. Because obviously you don't need me like you say you do. I will die. And, you'll be fine.
Opuss № I