I feel so bad about hating you, but man do I hate you. I’m grateful for you and everything you’ve done, but lately it seems like you’re trying to be someone else. You try so hard to be “hardcore” and “dark” and “different.” You try so hard to be heartless and mean; going off about how you don’t have any emotions. I can no longer vent to you because you make everything seem like a competition. As if suffering from a mental illness is a competition. You were the only person I could talk to but all I get now is “well that happens to everyone.” I know who you are. I know you care and you’re truly a good person. I know how colorful you are. I know you’re do it all for the fucking sad girl aesthetic. I wish I could tell you to stop, but you wouldn’t understand. You never fucking understand.
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