I don’t wanna keep doing this. It’s getting to be way too much.
If I could write a suicide note for everyone to see, as i lay dead at the bottom of the ocean, id address it to you. Simply because, we could’ve fucking made it.
And what hurts the most is i knew we wouldn’t because of circumstances and people, yet here i am and i miss you.
This makes me stupid. This makes me a bad friend, but if i had no heart id say fuck it and go anyways.
However, i wont be writing a suicide note today and tomorrow you wont remember my name.