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Apr 26, 2006 00:10

The whole situation makes me vomit. It has.

It's better that you hate me.

Sacrificing my emotions and mental health for a friendship isn't right.

I tried. Hard. For a long time. It never got better. I'm proud that I made it this far without killing someone. Namely myself.

I'd rather die than have to feel like that or this any longer.

Deep inside I want this to end like it always has. Everything blowing over. I can't though. This has to be it. MY will power has to prevail this time.

All I was waiting for was for an unbroken heart. A fix. It never came.

You knew how bad it was. You chose this.
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