love4puppi

WHY DO YOU STAY?!?! I DON'T FUCKING DESERVE YOU. PLEASE! LET ME FUCKING DIE. LET ME SLIT MY WRISTS AND FUCKING BURN LIKE THE USELESS BITCH I AM! LET ME TAKE A PILL FOR EVERY TIME I'VE HURT YOU! FOR EACH DAY I'VE CAUSED YOU PAIN IS A DAY I WON'T EAT! YOU ACT LIKE IT DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING. IT DOESN'T MATTER. DON'T YOU SEE IT KILLS ME EVERY SINGLE DAY? IT'S ALL I FUCKING THINK ABOUT! YOU'RE THE MOST PERFECT PERSON IN THE WORLD, YOU DON'T DESERVE THIS. SO WHY ARE YOU HERE? WHY WON'T YOU LEAVE? WHY WON'T YOU YELL BACK? FIGHT BACK! DON'T JUST FUCKING SIT THERE AND TAKE IT! IF YOU GET UP AND LEAVE NOW, I WON'T HAVE TO CAUSE YOU PAIN ANYMORE. OR

     "C'mon! Let's get out of here." Sara said, anxious to leave the mall.     "Alright," I agreed. "Just let me buy this." I held up a sketchbook as I walked towards the check-out register.     Sara was really the only person I could talk to and be around for hours, days, even weeks, without getting bored or tired of her. Come to think of it, she's the only one I  do  talk to. Ever since I moved to Florida with her, she was the only one I really knew. Plus, I don't like meeting new people that much. I've been pretty anti-social my entire life ever since I lost my sister. She was the only one I was close to until I met Sara a few months

I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I have depression. I'm sorry, I try not to use it as an excuse. I'm sorry that I'm fucked up. I'm sorry I can never do anything right. I'm sorry that all I do is bother you, I'll never be good enough for you. I'm sorry I let stupid things upset me, when they don't even matter. I'm sorry I always make things sad. I'm sorry I always think sad things, no matter how hard I try not to. I'm sorry that the thoughts overwhelm me....and I'm too weak to overcome them.. I'm sorry that I always make you sad, when you make me so happy. I'm sorry I can't make you happy. I'd give anything to. I'm sorry that every time you make