I'm having trouble breathing, and all I can honestly think about is suicide. I have lost the closest person to me, my best friend, Jonathan. I know I don't mean much to him anymore, if anything. But he means the world to me. I don't see the point in living without him by my side. Laughing at stupid shit.
I love him so much. I know he says I don't know what love is, but I do.
Love is still caring about you when all you've done is treat them like shit.
Love is fighting back tears when you see them laughing and calling someone else their best friend.
Love is not wanting to live when they are gone because they were your happiness
He's tearing me apart with not talking to me, and when we do talk all we do is argue.
I need my best friend because I am not sure how much longer I can pretend to be okay.
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