-This Is Me-

[maybe not]

 

why di I doi this. I start to never finish. My beginning of my end. No one cares for me. Cause you don’t no one cares for me. Don’t you see, you are my everything. All
asbout to go away. I don’t even know what’ll happen to me. I wish I could die. I wish I could so that no one had to deal with me anymore. I waz once blind, then you showed
me who I could be. Maybe that’s you>!>!>! it wasn’t somebody for someone else.---I know that just made no sense to you, but you could ask me what that was I just said,
and I’d tell you. You could talk to me. Could me, could lo,.why do I do thids? This sucks. Eflaerv;jevfajeavfj;vdaf evf erbverb veqr hebeqre eqgrb 3grb bh3r uoj2erhfhgcmjcm
cz mn zm z b beb nc n njv tbzv nbb nhcvt.i awannan di e I wansnn a idie I awanns ai di e I wansnna idie I wanns idie . I diont like me. My tears, no one care. S I thjink clear,
then I don’t.

I’ll writeg later. ./



Nobody can help me like you do.

And I want to believe in you so bad, that it’s seeming more and more like a dream to me. . . . to me.

We play our last softball game next Monday. Who decides who’s crazy?

 

 

 

- [Brian, a year and a half ago] -