Ive made a lot of mistakes in the last couple of months. A lot of life changing ones, and Im not regretful, just resentful that I would ever treat anyone in a way that I hated being treated.
I broke up the band.
No one is talking to me.
Mark hates me more then anything in this world.
I understand. I put myself in this place. And all i can do from this is learn and grow and, as my mom would say, not put all my eggs in one basket. I have all these people that love me and I dont need him to validate my feelings towards myself. I dont need anyone for that. I can take this time to remember who I am and what I like and how to pick out CLOTHES on my own. Its been 2 and a half tulmutous, amazing, crazy, scary, heartbreaking years. And its over. And im going to be ok. Im going to be ok.
But, for old times sake...
Just me and Jerry (boy do i love my macbaby)
Im down to 118 pounds. I never thought Id do that without killing myself...honestly.
And one of the last pictures we took together.
Ill always love you, Marcos. Theres no doubt about that. But the time has come to move on. I wont hurt you ever again and you wont hurt me again either. We'll be ok. I just hope that you're ok, even though im dying.
Bye.