Right now I can't decide. Do I puke. Cry. Scream. Or punch the wall. Things always settle in when you're left to your own devices. Watching you come out of that room today smiling, telling me about how you thought smoking was dumb and seeing the marks on your arms. Your so distant. It scares me. I don't know how to help you. And it seems right now it's all resting on my shoulders. I can't even focus on anything. I've gotten nothing done today besides yell at people you didn't deserve it. I'll remember that when you guys are cutting yourselves I should wait till you actually hit rock bottom. Read up on TWLOHA maybe? Educate yourselves.
Tomorrow's a new day. Let us see what happens. Also just incase you're hungry look in the fridge. If you're reading this. It's doubtful but I hope you are. Maybe you'll see I want you to let me in. I want to help. You didn't need to grow up this fast. You don't deserve any of this.
I love you.