I feel sick to my stomach writing this. Talking about this.
I look through the paper, just to make sure you haven’t killed yourself yet.
I didn’t picture you being capable of it…until you told me you almost went through with it..
iLoveyou. Not in a boyfriend/girlfriend kind of way. You’re 21, and I’m only 15. But a friend way. A caring way.
You tell me that it’s “Already spiraling downwards.”
You need help. You can back track it all. You need to find someone who will listen. Who will tell you what’s going on, and why you feel that way..
I wish I could be that person, but I’m unsteady myself..