Seafood
November 22nd, 2014, 09:46 AM
I’m on the verge. I was thinking about my best friend, and, I wrote this:
Dear ——–, I love you and you are the most important person in my life, and we know it as much as anyone that life gets shit, sometimes you just gotta deal with it you my little kitten, is the only reason I am living believe me when I say you are the most amazing selfless, kind hearted, wonderful, smart, beautiful, caring person I have ever met, you are where ever my mind wanders, a thought always stuck in the back of my mind. Everyday I just want to talk, play and have fun with you. I have so much to say to you but never did. We needed to sort this out together but we never did. I am Incomplete son of a bitch, I fucking hate myself. The only reason I try is because of you. You are, and will be the only person who I care about the most. I think, almost every night if you are still alive, or if you have died, of natural causes or suicide. I am at the point where I don’t know what to do, or what to think. I have stopped seeing my psychologist because he isn’t helping me. I am still telling no one anything and bottling everything up. But know I am talking, and you should to. I’m sorry if I seem overprotective at times but its only because I care for you, a lot. Unconditional love, I think its called. You are like a sister to me, maybe more, I don’t know. But your safety is more important than mine. I know you are trying to get better but I cannot sleep properly, think properly, live properly if you are not better. I know I am sick as well, so if you want we can help each other.
I love you kitten,
Mason.
I don’t know what to do. I want to cut.
I’m am on the verge of breaking down.
I want to just be with her, and lie with her, and cuddle with her. And be with her.
Sorry if this is too long.
Dear ——–, I love you and you are the most important person in my life, and we know it as much as anyone that life gets shit, sometimes you just gotta deal with it you my little kitten, is the only reason I am living believe me when I say you are the most amazing selfless, kind hearted, wonderful, smart, beautiful, caring person I have ever met, you are where ever my mind wanders, a thought always stuck in the back of my mind. Everyday I just want to talk, play and have fun with you. I have so much to say to you but never did. We needed to sort this out together but we never did. I am Incomplete son of a bitch, I fucking hate myself. The only reason I try is because of you. You are, and will be the only person who I care about the most. I think, almost every night if you are still alive, or if you have died, of natural causes or suicide. I am at the point where I don’t know what to do, or what to think. I have stopped seeing my psychologist because he isn’t helping me. I am still telling no one anything and bottling everything up. But know I am talking, and you should to. I’m sorry if I seem overprotective at times but its only because I care for you, a lot. Unconditional love, I think its called. You are like a sister to me, maybe more, I don’t know. But your safety is more important than mine. I know you are trying to get better but I cannot sleep properly, think properly, live properly if you are not better. I know I am sick as well, so if you want we can help each other.
I love you kitten,
Mason.
I don’t know what to do. I want to cut.
I’m am on the verge of breaking down.
I want to just be with her, and lie with her, and cuddle with her. And be with her.
Sorry if this is too long.