wow...i don't even know what to say except that i'm sitting here staring at a box slowly filling up with words. Every letter i type just makes me want to cry more. I feel so guilty. I feel responsible for your depression. I never called u stupid. I may have called self-harm stupid. I guess it's just cause i don't understand it. I don't understand what could be so bad that would cause you to hurt yourself. I want to, but i don't. Everytime i see those cuts on ur arms and legs, i want to cry, because i know that you were so upset that u felt u had to cut urself to be noticed. I haven't tried to talk to you about it, because it scares me so much. I just wanna erase it from ever happening and still think that your the same happy-go-lucky kid i met in 6th grade. I don't wanna think of u and imediatly think about those cuts. Those tiny red cuts on your arm scare me more than anything you could imagine. Even more than dinosaurs. More than clowns. More than anything. The thought of losing you eats me alive. I wish that we could switch shoes so i could understand you, and you could understand me. I wish we could switch shoes so i wouldn't have to watch my best friend suffer and not know what to do. I'm so scared. (I need a tissue) You have no idea what you mean to me. It makes me feel terrible to think that you feel you have nothing to live for. I may be selfish, but live for me. Don't do anything stupid, because i couldnt imagine my life without you. Sometimes you're the only thing that keeps me semi-sane. When i have a bad day, i play my guitar because it reminds me of you. (as corny as it sounds) I'm to scared to let anyone know how i feel. Maybe i suck as a best friend because of that. I'm so sorry. I love you. Remember out laughs. Remember our tears. Remember all our joyful years. Don't forget me. Don't forget us. Don't forget the ones that you trust. The ones who love you. I love you. I'm sorry.
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