Oh God.
" Will you be able to look at me again, knowing that I am so empty, no amount of apology can fill me up, nothing you ever do will fill me up. I am plagued by the constant want for satisfaction. The simple string of words that bind me to depression keeps multiplying. Beautiful braids of syllables and parenthesis wind themselves up in neat little conpiracies. I'm glad that you could give one to me."
I posted this over 2 fucking years ago.
There is literally no reason that it should re-apply to a current situation.
FUCK.
And also
SSSF!
I love you girls.
SO much, and I appreciate everything you guys did for me over the past couple days.
And even though I didn't tell you guys, you knew I didn't to be alone.