#alessia.

The Ones Taken

i do like toni, we get along. and she seems to have a lot on her plate, and i hoped i helped her a little bit by talking things through. 

and i feel so bad for alessia, cause she really cares about colby, and it’s not right. none of it really is. i wish i could help. she turns down most of my offers. i wish i was a person again earlier this week, maybe i could have done more. it sucks to be useless to friends. 

then again, i don’t think i would have talked to anyone today if i hadn’t been saved. none of them know the extent... alessia knows my injuries, roughly, but she doesn’t know the misery i put myself through. daisy saved me, it’s the only way i can describe it. fuck, i cried in front of her. i never cried for anything outside of happiness in front of elvira. i don’t think i even let anyone see me cry at my mother’s funeral. the only time i cry in front of people is if a movie is emotional, or it’s a happy occasion. but this was different. i was--am broken. and she dealt with me.