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I'm sorry.
I haven't been there. I'm sorry. I'm thinking about some stuff and I'm physically ill so I just don't. I don't want to be online. I'm trying not to do the things I'll regret. I need to be here for everyone else. And I haven't been talking to Dannie and Viccy. I'm so inconsiderate. I don't deserve friends when all I fucking do is get pissy and treat them like shit. I am pathetic, sincerely. So inferior to everyone else, I want to laugh. I deserve it. I know I do. I deserve it and I'm scared. I'm scared of what I might do. I don't feel safe and I want to cry. Not that I deserve safety. I am aware people love me and I'm grateful. My friends, family, and my dog are there for me. I know. But I'm selfish. Horrendously selfish. I'm sorry. I always say I'm sorry when I leave for random periods. My friends know that, and I am so fucking angry that you have a friend like this and you don't stand up for yourself. You deserve better. Please stop letting me hurt you like this. Please. You always deserved better.
Yo se que muchas personas siente eso. Sienten mucha pena y culpa de el mismo y no quiere que nadie le moleste en lo que esta haciendo o pensando. Se feliz y nada mas. Esta es una prueba que tiene que superar y la victoria sera una vida tranquila y cool. Pero si se deja derrotar, lo lamentara mucho. Vive, porque es el regalo que no lo recibe usted dos veces.