Ha. It’s funny; I told you that if I were to die tonight, that I would only hope that people would be reminded that the words they say, no matter how small they are, could push someone to do unthinkable things. After what you said to me, if this gun had ammo, and was real, I think you’d reevaluate everything you said to me tonight for the rest of your fucking life.
You’re going to fucking yell at me for having chronic depression? And tell me I need to change and stop being immature? Fuck you. You’re going to say I’m like family? No. Fuck you. I don’t want to be part of shit with you. It’s not my fault I lack serotonin. You’re retarded. I want nothing to fucking do with you.