I'm dying. I hope you come to my funeral, l. I loved you. I wanted you and I loved you and you were never there forme. And this is your fault. The box of letters under my bed to you is your fault. I'll eitherdie or go to the hospital now: I never want to see you or your name again.
I'm so drunk I'm sorry I'm so ready to die I have nothing I have no one I'm so alone and I'm done I'm done being pathetic and alone and miserable I'm done with this life in I'm sorry am I no on pushed me to it I just wanted it I wanted to be somewhere else I'm going somewhere else neo