I need to write this out.

I wonder if you knew we were both on this cruiseline to hell? opposite paths that never crossed obviously, but now that they have, i'm so curious. what if we had both been getting help at once? i'm so confused i can't believe it. i respect you more and at the same time and angry. i just realized that. i'm angry. it was my thing. that's sick. sick sick sick sick sick. but still. I just picture myself standing in group screaming FUCK MY LIFE as you walked through the door. i'm laughing at crying all at once. nothing makes sense. my world has been reduced to long island with kuwait and a splash of philly. i feel sick. im not sure why.

sorry for the vague-ness and cliche's but this needed to be posted. i'll probably keep adding to it.

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