Dear , Me
I hate the feeling were the monsters under your bed and in your head are going to crawl up onto your bed wrap their fingers round your throat, slowly spilling the pain from your head and your tierd body. How long did you think you could go on for, when you use to starve yourself, or stay up untill 7 in the morning, you such a failure, you can't even stop eating, your pathetic :-P you make me sick to my stomach
Love , Me
YOU ARE READING
dear anyone who cares
Spiritualalmost like a suicide letter but its not hum judge if you want i dont care
