Try To Be A Filter, Not A

I Feel Like A Big Faker Because I've Been Putting My Life Back Together, And Nobody Knows.

Maybe It’s Sad That These Are Now Memories. And Maybe It’s Not Sad.

They Just Knew. And I Think That's All You Can Ever Ask From A Friend.

Despite Everything My Mom And Doctor And Dad Have Said To Me About Blame, I Can't Stop Thinking What I Know. And I Know That My Aunt Helen Would Still Be Alive Today If She Just Bought Me One Present Like Everybody Else. She Would Be Alive If I Were Born On A Day That Didn't Snow.

I Know That I Brought This All On Myself. I Know That I Deserve This. I'd Do Anything Not To Be This Way. I'd Do Anything To Make It Up To Everyone. And To Not Have To See A Psychiatrist, Who Explains To Me About Being "passive Aggressive.