you pushed & you pushed & you pushed & you said all the things to hurt me, just to get a reaction. i didn't have anything to say but you had everything to say.
push & push & push & did you mean what you said? did you know how that would make me feel?
this is the truth:
every single day i am struggling. every single day, i think of what i could do; i think of cutting. i am at war with myself all the fucking time. do you understand that? do you understand how hard it is?
but i am trying. i am fucking trying to get better. i want to get better.
to have you say exactly what i've always feared & have you say it so confidently & with such malice...
you had asked if we could even be friends again. after today & what you said to me, well...
i fucking doubt it.
12:55 a.m. - 2005-08-16
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