I'm finding it hard to cope without you here. I need some help, I want someone to talk to. I wish I had a true friend. Why can I only talk to you about these things; my thoughts, my feelings? I'm ill, self-destructive and you wish I was better and I know.“I wondered which was harder, in the end. The act of telling, or who you told it to. Or maybe if, when you finally got it out, the story was really all that mattered.”
| — | Sarah Dessen |
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