You're not a failure. Not in my eyes.
The hell with you assuming that I'm bothered by you. You are NOT A BOTHER TO ME. You're my friend, a dear dear friend.


I dreamt last night about you. You killed yourself because of me. I woke up screaming in the night, crying out your name. My mom flipped out.

I don't want anything to happen to you. I've grown so close to you these past few months-weeks. Hell I don't even know how long its been. And frankly I don't care how long. I look back at before I met you and nothing's there. Grey and boring.

I don't want that in my life.