but here you come again ameria, telling me you love me.
screaming at me, how could I ever say that?
how could I say I don't love you?
but I didn't say that
but that's what I meant
I know what I meant
but I didn't mean it in the way you would think ameria
and it doesn't matter what I meant because either way i'm trying to get rid of you
but don't you think that's what best?
maybe what's best is for me to stop thinking I know what's right for myself when I don't even know myself
and I tell myself I know myself but I always lie to myself and you
I don't
you don't
does anyone know me?
do you?
am I lying to you right now?
am I lying to myself about lying to myself?
is this all I do ameria, ask you questions
that you don't answer
what's the point of me asking you when you don't care?!
tell me!
because I can't do this anymore sweet heart
I can I can I can
you can do it
but I can't
but I can try
because I'm just trying to get rid of you again and you don't want to leave, the problem is you, not me, i'm fucking fine! you're the one with a problem ameria! you're the one who needs help!!
do they have therapists in heaven
do they have bad memories in hell
do they have both where you are
there's a lot of them here but I can't hold onto either one
Received: Dec, 5, 2012, at 1:12 PM
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Teen Fiction❝When you have depression it feels like you're slowly drowning. And you were a great swimmer ameria.❞