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Everyday, I cry for him, knowing that he's not here tears me apart. Why was I alive that day? Why do I live in such a deep, dark depression now? Why did Michael die?
I hate myself. I hate myself for going into my mom's room and turning on my computer. I hate myself for watching the news. I hate myself for being so young so that I couldn't stick up for Michael as well as I do now. I'm so torn apart that there is nothing I can do to bring him back. I hate myself because I can't slap the living hell out of people who constantly taunt me by calling Michael rude, disgusting names. I hate myself because I can't tell Michael how much I love him, and how much he's helped me.
I want to go to a very dark bathroom and just cry.
I hate myself. I hate myself for going into my mom's room and turning on my computer. I hate myself for watching the news. I hate myself for being so young so that I couldn't stick up for Michael as well as I do now. I'm so torn apart that there is nothing I can do to bring him back. I hate myself because I can't slap the living hell out of people who constantly taunt me by calling Michael rude, disgusting names. I hate myself because I can't tell Michael how much I love him, and how much he's helped me.
I want to go to a very dark bathroom and just cry.