Jul 15, 2009 10:34
You know, maybe I don't need your help feeling like shit whenever I fuck up. Maybe I don't NEED you to tell me that I make your lives hell. Maybe I don't need you to tell me to act my age.
I can guilt myself just fine, and do so every evening while falling asleep. The only reason I'm not dead is because you told me I DON'T ruin your lives, you liar. I don't feel like I'm as old as I am. Maybe it's because of the YEARS I spent never interacting with anyone for fear of being hurt.
You really didn't have to go that far just because I forgot my meds one fucking day. I've been doing good, don't get that angry because I mess up once. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. Please don't hate me.