He keeps asking for his girlfriend. For her, goddamnit. You've been dating for what, two days?! I'm the one that got you help. I'm the one that loves you and takes care of you. I know she's your girlfriend, but can't you just be happy I'm here?! Jesus Christ. I just feel so numb and empty without you. I beginning to regret this break up. I need you. I need to know you're okay. I need to hear your voice more than she does for crying out loud. I loved you for seven long months. I gave up so much for you. She doesn't even fucking care. I care. I'm the one that can't concentrate in school, I'm the one that numb and hurting and crying and failing everything because I'm just so worried. She doesn't understand your pain like I do. She's not there for you like I am. She doesn't know you like I do. I put you in the hospital, and called you and called you, and sent you a letter, and texted your mom. And I finally get a hold of you, and the first thing you say is "I was expecting a call from her." Fuck her. Love me. I just can't do this anymore.

I should have been in class. You should be dead by now. I'm not yours. I shouldn't be wasting my time and stressing out over it. But I am. And you don't even care. Let her do all this shit.

I'm just hurting so much.