So yeah.

Screaming. "You aren't the only person with problems kid" DON'T YOU THINK I FUCKING KNOW THAT?! If only you knew the reasons I want to get away. I want to be occupied on something other than myself. But you don't. You just think I'm some self-obsessed bitch who doesn't give a shit about anyone else. Well, unfortunately for you, I've had to pull more people back from the edge than you've had hot fucking dinners. I've HELPED people who have problems. I know I'm not the only one. I've also lost people to said problems, because I wasn't enough of a help to them, I couldn't be what they needed. HOW DARE YOU. I can't even. No. That was too far. I just wrote so much more than this that pretty much ended in me stating how much I wanted to die I just need to get away. I just need to end it all. OH and then you tell me I can tell you everything after telling me I'm totally self-obsessed and think I'm better than everyone else. I will obviously tell you everything. All of my problems should be yours, because that's totally how I work. No. I don't even know if I want to talk to you anymore. I don't even know if I can talk to you. I'm dying, I wanted a weekend with my friends because I'm not entirely sure if I'm going to be living the next one. I don't know if I can take this anymore. I want to see my friends and have a bit of fun because this may be the last time I get to see them. If things go the way my brain wants it to, I wont. That is all. Bye my Angels <3