Trust me.

I want to do this for you.
I want you to succeed.
Trust me.
I love you.

I'm not trying to badger you.

In other news..

There's a new one.
FUCK.
I really suck at this.

FUCK IT.

FUCK IT.

I hate college.

I will not get in [to Cornell, Hamilton, Bard, Pepperdine, or Brandeis.]

I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH.

I refuse to go.

But I will.
And I won't be good enough.

Blank.

I have no emotions right now; I feel blank.
It feels empty.

I'm just here.

Calm after the storm?

He.

He is not dead.
He was always alive.

He missed me too.
He never had the chance.

He almost broke me.
He is working on it as well.

He cares about my existence.
He is just beginning.

He lives far away.
He is right here.

He was always there for me, even if it was his fault.
He was the reason I cried.

AW, FUCK MAN.
Not this shit again.

I hate it.

I hate crying over this.
It's just supposed to be a stupid dance.
But every stupid dance, I went with them.
And now we're not.
Now I'm not.



I want them back. I want us back.
Not that you're reading, but...
I'm sorry.
I never meant to hurt you.

At least I didn't lose it all..

Eye.

Love.

You.