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I wish I could meet someone on the street and pour my heart out to them.
I'd tell them that I fear I am losing all of my friends because of my inablitly to keep things simple and accept small lies and avoid arguments.
That I feel so angry about being fifteen and being stripped of my ablility to trust people later in life. I'd tell them that I wish Nick Davila hadn't died.
I'd tell them that I regret my entire life because of all the people that I couldn't hold onto.
That everyday I wish a certain boy would come back to me and stay forever.
I'd tell them that for a week I had everything I had ever wished for and when it was gone I couldn't find a way to put myself back together.
I'd tell them that these red lights are getting too fucking tempting.
I'd tell them that I fear I am losing all of my friends because of my inablitly to keep things simple and accept small lies and avoid arguments.
That I feel so angry about being fifteen and being stripped of my ablility to trust people later in life. I'd tell them that I wish Nick Davila hadn't died.
I'd tell them that I regret my entire life because of all the people that I couldn't hold onto.
That everyday I wish a certain boy would come back to me and stay forever.
I'd tell them that for a week I had everything I had ever wished for and when it was gone I couldn't find a way to put myself back together.
I'd tell them that these red lights are getting too fucking tempting.