You don't understand how hard it is to be me. I fucking gave you ten dollars and alls you do is yell at me for it. I give you my money all the time. And I starve for it. I don't get food because I give you my money. Don't you get it? Don't you!? I fucking care about you.
But no.
I'm a bitch.
I'm a horrible fucking person, right?
Thank you.
A lot.
I appreciate it, my dear sister.
I wish I was dead because of you.
You make me cry every night. By the things you say. They get stick in my head and never go away.
I love you so much, my dear sister. But you don't love me too... Why? Why do you only love me when we get high together... WHY CANT YOU JUST BE AROUND ME FOR ME AND NOT BECAUSE YOU DONT WANT TO SMOKE ALONE...?
Please... can we be friends..? Or act civill.... Please...
If not.
Than. I'm better off dead..
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