02-06-2014 12:40pmMature

It's been over 24 hours and I can't eat food. 

I want to throw up. 

I told you I would be the best damn friend ever. 

But I don't want to be your friend. 

I want to hold you and love you forever. 

But in these next four months you can't yell at me for slipping up. 

It's not my fault. 

We have time invested and I don't remember how I was when I was alone. 

I miss you. 

I'm stressing hard and it has only been a day. 

I started taking my medicine again so I can feel sane. 

It's only been twenty four hours. 

And my heart is still breaking. 

The End

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