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| 09:25pm 20/07/2007 |
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Dear you,
I don't know how to say this... It's really hard for me because i do not want to sound like a hypocrite. Because i care about you and what we have... You scare me when you do pills. You really do. Saturday was proof:
You don't remember me crying in the middle of the night.
You don't remember the hurtful things you said to me.
You don't remember leaving me for two hours by myself.
You don't remember going out and buying more.
You don't remember hurting me physically.
You don't remember your whole weekend.
I wish you wouldn't do them. I know i do them, too. But i have self-control. I'm not calling you a crazy drug addict or anything. Because you're not. But you're hurting me the way you consume milligram after milligram of DXM or Xanax or Valium or whatever it is you have. Baby, you mean so much to me. You mean the world to me. I don't want to see us like this. I love you. So much. More than your mind could grasp.
I was just so scared seeing you like that. You were a whole different person. I couldn't stop crying. I told you not to touch me, and you would anyway because you couldn't even remember me telling you not to.
And the worst part: You told me you weren't going to do them anymore. And you just called me a half an hour ago telling me how much Xanax you snorted. I'm sorry, baby. But i can't handle this...
I'm sorry... I'm sorry and i love you.
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