i dont understand why you thought it was the answer. what can 8 vicodin and a bottle of vodka provide you? NOTHING all that comes from this is pain. i fucking hate that you thought no one was there for you. i hate that you told me you loved me in the note. i hate that you said you will miss me. i hate that you were so damn selfish that you didnt think about your mom's surgery or your dads cancer. i fucking hate you right now.
but i think i hate myself more for not seeing it. for not knowing you were hurting. i fucking hate it all. i wish you were here.