You don't understand how much this hurts.
I know it's the purpose of it.
I know you want me to hurt.
I know you do and I don't blame you.
I was spoiled by you letting me get away with doing whatever I wanted.
I've changed now. It doens't mean anything and I know it never will, but I have. I've changed for the better, in every way.
School keeps me busy, as does work.
As does my family.
I prayed to you every night, Aein.
I still do. WHen I thought you were gone,
I talked to you in my prayers, hoping you liked heaven.
Because that's where angels go.
I know you think this is a crock of bullshit but above
all things, I'm sincere.
And I know deep down you know that
Well I accepted a few weeks ago that I'd never talk to the boy who could always make me smile no matter how I felt, and I was right.
I'll never talk to him again.
I don't know where he's gone. but just in case he's still around, I love him. It's not enough to change anything, but it's enough to mean something.
At least it means something to me.
But you hate me now so I guess it doesn't mean anything.
Did you know that I lost my best friend today, over something that I didn't even do?
And that yesterday I was prescribed shots to give myself every day to keep me well?
And did you know that half the shit I did, I did because the disease I have alters my thinking, and makes me do things I wouldn't normally do?
No, it's not all becase of that, but a majority of my problems are from that.
And now, you've slashed my chest wide.
And the new Aein apparently doesn't care.
That's not the Aein that I know.
That's not the real Aein.
You can lie to yourself all you want and say this is you.
But this isn't you.
Hey, thanks spitting on me right there.
That was cool.
Seems like you're here for someone.
Probably Caitlin.
Be happy I guess.
Don't know what the fuck to say anymore because I'm at the end of my rope and I'm tired as shit of getting blamed for things that were not only blown out of proportions, but done when I wasn't in the best state.
I'm not saying I wasn't wrong.
But for you to say something like that to me.
It really makes me feel like I'm a piece of dirt.
God I really don't know what else to say.
My chest is ripped wide open.
I don't know what to say.
I'm sorry you felt like I was such a bad person
that you had to say those things to me before
you killed yourself.
Before you put your love for me in past tense.