I just got a letter from Jeff, he was addicted to pain killers his drug dealer told police that Jeff tried to rob him and while Jeff was in jail my step-mom died. I had dreams of guns and I guess something was trying to tell me maybe someone would die. And I thought at first that maybe Jeff had killed himself. Last time I talked to him he did that I can’t live this life anymore. He was calling out to me and I fussed at him. I don’t really want to get attach to him b/c I’m scared I might lose him again. But I cried so much. My day has been bad anyway. I cried in first block about my dream last night. Just think about this I know not to bother anyone. I’ll stay to myself and share nothing. My silence is perfection. If I don’t talk about my feelings I will be fine. What should I do talk to him or just forget him? I feel so broken anyway. And all of this makes me feel worse. I just need someone to tell me everything will be okay. I’m so scared of this life.--
My world is breaking apart piece by piece.
Shanny
And yes, I did say you could talk to me, evern after we were done. But you fucked that up when you told me to basically fuck off....SO...don't blame me.
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Remember what I've told you all along. The strong survive. The weak fade.