I am immature and childish. Now I am. But I know that how I acted before I wasn't. And since I'm the perfect example
of why you should never depend on someone fully, and since I'm so insensitive, since you don't think you did anything wrong, the fault mustve been mine. Thank you. I really will not face the fucking world now, cause it is too fucking ugly to be true. Friends, you know who you are, thank you for the help bitching and kind words. But I can't face this anymore. I can't accept this. It doesn't mean I'm immature. I don't think anyone can comprehend how much you've done for me, to have that taken away, I feel strippped, naked, and vulnerable. It's not so easy, to do it alone. Sometimes, that is precisely the benefit of depending on someone in the first place, to help you start turning the wheel, to move on to a better happier life. I guess we really are different. I took the plunge into the deep abyss, you didn't. Now my stomach hurts, my lungs are as good as dead from the cigarettes, and I am..EDIT: for lack of a better phase cause my vocabulary is so poor and I'm not in the arts or whatever, literally fucked. Fuck