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By Erika •

being a best freind comes with a fer responsibilities. we have to listen and we have to talk.k we have been with eachother through just about everything. now you say its just too much to handle. you want the pain to go away and so you make a new freind. it comes in a bottle all you do is swallow a few. your pain goes away and so you can take a break, but really you just dont want to be here anymore. you know the consequences or your actions. you know that its hurting your body and its affecting the ones who love you, but all you care about is how you feel and how many are left in that DAMNED BOTTLE

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April 25, 2007 21:36love nothing >>--

Uhm. Ouch? I'm guessing this is about me, atleast a little bit. I'm sorry, ohk? But you know me and my problems with addiction. And sometimes I have to think about other people but this is the type of thing where I think about me and my feelings and how I just can't handle anything anymore. I feel like I drove you away, when this started. We don't talk or hang out at all. We haven't in a while. I don't know what to do anymore.