Whether you know why it means something to me or not, thank you for sending me these.
If you give me a "warning" ever again for speaking my mind, the same mind you say you trust so much, I will make absolutely certain that you regret it. You asked me to help. Remember that.
Wow! Okay, good to know you care more about having an aesthetic than other people's wellbeing. I already told you it bothers me. Bye.
Glad to see you don't hate me after all. You would've regretted it.
Just lost in my head again is all. I'm still me, right?
If it turns out that me being happy means you make yourself unhappy, I'm leaving. You messed up; stop making everybody else hurt for it.
Too bad. You're strong enough. I'll hold your hand, but I won't do it for you.
You have a bad habit of taking swipes at me when you're feeling guilty. This is, what, the third time now?
Do something. Fucking do something, anything, one of you. They need more than just me. You're supposed to be their friends. Do something.
I planned ahead and even that didn't help. We're a real mess, huh? Maybe next time. I love you. I miss you.
[Best friend], you know exactly who that was and exactly why I was so wigged out. You know. You always know. Thank you.
I'm glad you weren't around to see me today. Considering what happened. Real bad. Time only heals some. I know you don't need the story, but that doesn't mean I don't wish I had the confidence to tell it to you. He forgot. And he was cruel about it. You didn't forget. You're just busy. Thank you for being busy. I hope we can talk on the phone this weekend.
Nice words aren't a substitute for caring.
This was my fault. Was this my fault? I dunno anything anymore, I'm just hurting, I need some chocolate or for them to text me back. This was a bad fall.
...hey, um. I don't mean to bother you. [Mutual friend] told me you talked with them on the phone- it sounds like you guys had a lot of fun. Were you ignoring me all day?
Well this isn't a very good start to Valentine's Day.
If you do for me what I did for you, no more and no less, I'll love you forever. (Not that I wouldn't already.)
I can't believe my birthday is so soon. I don't really wanna say anything about it because I'd feel like shit if you guys only remembered because of that or if it came across like I was expecting something. It's just... strange to me. How did I get here? I'm getting old, my poor creaky bones. /s At least I'm another year closer to those crow's feet I've always wanted.