don't drink anymore. i'm completely serious. i am calling your ass tonight. and you better not drink. i'm not even kidding.
and no offense to your parents, but do they really seem happy, Khalid? do they even know what they're talking about? I think you know the answer. they wish you the best, but we both know... this isn't what's best for you. what is? i don't know. you'll figure it out one day. in this day in age, men are heartless and men would live and die for nothing, stop and breathe for money. that's bullshit.
i would say something like: "it was nice talking to you for a little bit yesterday," but now's really not the time for small talk. i love you, you've always been my best friend. come back now. you don't belong out there, as much as your parents would love for you to "belong". sometimes to "belong" is to kill yourself on the inside. don't ever stop loving. don't ever let it stop.
I'm sorry. Thank you so much. Why do you always take care of me in your own strange ways? That's love. In the last week I've fucked myself over many many times. Last night I burned my thumb, scraped my arm, and it was bad. It was so bad. My body would keep getting numb, then I would feel the pain kind of ache on me. And the pain grows. It grows so much when we drink this much... But it helps us forget. I try to drink away the part of the day that I can't sleep away.
"Trouble, oh trouble move from me. I have paid my debt, now won't you leave me in my misery?"
Listen to "Trouble" by Cat Stevens. I think it's a ballad to myself.
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and no offense to your parents, but do they really seem happy, Khalid? do they even know what they're talking about? I think you know the answer. they wish you the best, but we both know... this isn't what's best for you. what is? i don't know. you'll figure it out one day. in this day in age, men are heartless and men would live and die for nothing, stop and breathe for money. that's bullshit.
i would say something like: "it was nice talking to you for a little bit yesterday," but now's really not the time for small talk. i love you, you've always been my best friend. come back now. you don't belong out there, as much as your parents would love for you to "belong". sometimes to "belong" is to kill yourself on the inside. don't ever stop loving. don't ever let it stop.
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"Trouble, oh trouble move from me. I have paid my debt, now won't you leave me in my misery?"
Listen to "Trouble" by Cat Stevens. I think it's a ballad to myself.
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