I love you. You have someone here if you ever need me. Please be better.
Maybe one day I'll be okay. Maybe there will come a day when I can grow the balls to stop sitting at the sidelines and just fucking play no matter how much I'd rather shoot myself. One day, it's going to happen. In the meantime I'd really like to cry now. But my coworkers might think I'm one of the patients.
Maybe I'll just slap myself for being an idiot
Written 3/24/11
Written 3/24/11
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