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Dear Self,
Quit crying. Dave is the only one who cares about you, and by now you should know that. No one wants to be your friend. And no one wants to talk to you. It's less disappointing when you quit trying. There's no point in eating anymore, maybe that way you might feel a little bit better about your self.
Keep running. Run from your past, from your present, from your future, that is, if it makes you feel better.
Quit telling yourself you aren't depressed. Admit it, you are. Go get fucked up. Go smoke.
Quit crying. Dave is the only one who cares about you, and by now you should know that. No one wants to be your friend. And no one wants to talk to you. It's less disappointing when you quit trying. There's no point in eating anymore, maybe that way you might feel a little bit better about your self.
Keep running. Run from your past, from your present, from your future, that is, if it makes you feel better.
Quit telling yourself you aren't depressed. Admit it, you are. Go get fucked up. Go smoke.