Monday, June first, 5:29 pm, 2020.
I can't really vent anywhere without her seeing it so I hope that this doesn't really get seen by anyone.
I didn't mean to guilt her.
I didn't even try to.
I guess that friendship is over.
She says she's uneasy.
She says she's scared.
I'm not like that.
At least I don't try to.
I'm sorry if I am.
I felt so bad that night.
Fuck, I still do. Last night I was fucked up. I still am fucked up. Even after that I was feeling sick and uneasy.
I knew Mya wasn't happy even after all that. After I explained.
If she can't believe me, then what's the point?
I feel sick again. I don't think I want to be on social media anymore.
Fuck, I don't know if I can handle it.
I'm scared I'm gonna snap the same way I did at Mya.
Mya doesn't know that it isn't all about her.
I'll make them all now.
Erin
Grace
Elijah
My dad
My mom
It isn't only Mya.
There are others.
I can't even talk about them because I know I'll snap. I don't even know what to do.
