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final_goodbye
Neige Don't visit. Don't call. Don't write. It's over. It's not you, it's me. this just isnt working out. I can't be who you want me to be. I can't stop the self_injury, the drugs, the alcohol. I can't stop killing myself slowly. Not even for all of you. This is it. The end. The final goodbye. I mean it this time. I won't be back. Thanks for the memories. Thanks for trying to make me feel as though I belong. But we all know I don't.
So I love you.
But I just can't stay.
Goodbye.
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