dear stick, it's hard for me to put this here.
i don't know if you'll ever find this.
maybe i'll give it to you, maybe i won't.

i love you much you idiot bamboofuckingstick.
stop doing this to yourself please you asshole.
it hurts y'know, it fucking hurts, seeing you like this.
i don't know if you're just putting on a front or what.
hell, you never told me a damn fucking thing about it.
until it was all over.
and it fucking hurt.

seeing you in this state over one failed relationship,
get a grip on yourself please you moron.
if you can tell me it's over, why can't you tell yourself that?
why d'you keep letting yourself get hurt by it?
you fucking idiot.

y'know it hurts knowing that you broke down so many fucking times,
and you never bothered to tell me a fucking thing until now.
hell, nobody ever tells me anything until it's over.
but forget it, that's not the point here.

please stop doing this to yourself you fucker.
you told me not to dwell on the past.
you said not to dwell on unhappy things.
take your own fucking advice please
i really don't like to see you get hurt.

if i believed in best friends,
you'd be the closest thing to a best friend that i have.
so please you fucker, stop it.
forget about her.
she's just not worth your worry and anxiety and whatever.
if she wants to think that way, so be it.
it's a new start every day.
that's the past.

cheer up pretty please you stupid skinnyashell stick.
don't drink yeah, it doesn't always work.
i love you much,(:
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