Its 9 months since you told me I was not good enough to be your friend anymore.you chose the other co-works that would trade you in an instant. still hurts

I beat myself up wondering why I slept through him taking his last breath that night...then realize if he hadn't died, I eventually would have.

I cried this morning while cooking my son breakfast. Thinking children like in the pic don't eat at all. I can't stop thinking about what happened to him.

It feels great to not have any actual real friends. The people in this city I live in are nothing but fakes. Screw psychologists they're vain too !

I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna get a away from this ****ing town and there is NOTHING you can do to stop me! HAHAHA!!