“If I go, please dont cry. Please dont. I know I'm cared for. But no that cared for. If I knew I was cared for, I wouldnt go. If I was really loved, I wouldnt go. You jsut think you love me. You dont actually love me. You dont know what love is. You say you are going to kill yourself when you turn 18, or you say you want to go now, if you really cared for me, you wouldnt leave. Do you see where I am coming from.? I hope you see where I'm coming from. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Seriously. If you want sympathy, you arent getting any. Im not giving you one ounce of sympathy. You dont deserve it. Sorry, but you dont. I'm jsut thinking that if you really loved me, if I really was worth it, you wouldnt talk about how I want commit suicide because talking about it pushes me closer to the edge.”
