You make me sad. And angry. And frustrated and alone and su!cidal. If we were still together, I’d be happy and loved again, no longer numb. I would’ve still had a job, the chance of pursuing my future with not just you, but me. And now? Now I’m stuck in a dead end. I’m with my awful stepmother and with no job, no car, no money. I’m debating on just ending it. But yet somehow you still give me hope? Thinking of you causes me to not sleep and feel like puking but I still want to live because... what if we get together again? Do you know how happy I would be? I would do anything just to make you happy if we were together again. You ask me for 50 bucks? Here, take it. I even put it in a card I made for you. You want me to get another job? Sure, I’ll start searching again. Want me to cut my finger off? It’ll hurt, but nothing could hurt worse than not having you. I’m sorry I hurt you. I wish I could get better but I see no point if you’re not by my side. I love you. Please come back to me.
