Breathe in, breathe out.
Throw yourself in the sea.
It's so much bigger than us.
I am not a selfish person.
This is absolutely ridiculous.
Do you not want me to be happy?
Do you want me to be miserable all the time?
Do you not get the fact that I have problems?
Do you not get that those problems can't be fixed by simply telling me that I'm okay and nothing's going to happen to me? Especially when I'm in that dangerous, severe state of mind?
Do you understand?
Do you get me at all?
Do you not care?
Do you underestimate my imagination?
Do you disregard the fact that not everyone can make me happy, not even you?
Do you not know that writing is one thing that can make me happy? Or do you just forget?
Do you hate me?
Do you want to ignore me?
Do you want to make sure that we never talk again?
Do you want to make me guilty?
Do you really, truly, never want to see me ever in your entire lifetime?
Do you feel the need to go back in time and never talk to me?
Do you want to forget all about me since I'm making your life
oh so much worse?
Are you aware this applies to you as well?
Are you aware that you are in control of one thing that can make me feel needed?
Are you feeling the same as her?
Are you surprised that I don't care?
Are you sure I'm just lying about that above statement?
Are you as conniving as I portray you to be?
Are you sure this is about you?
Are you really the selfish one here?
Are you just as insane as I am?
Are you even paying attention to this? Or are you brushing this off your shoulder?
Are you certain that you want no longer want anything to do with me?
Are you positive that this can't be about you?
Are you reading this, word for word, trying to find some cryptic meaning in these lines?
Are you thinking that I wrote this for you?
Are you answering all of these questions that might not have been for you?
I have one thing to say to you, just one thing for you to understand.
If you're going, then go.
