| | 10181 | | he often wonders why i do that thing i do. i try to explain it but i can't. its an addiction like anything else, and i wish i could stop, and i've tried to but its hard. he caught me doing it in his house and told me if i ever did it there again, i wouldnt be welcome anymore. that hurt me more than anything else in the world, to think that i could lose my best friend all becasue of this. i want to stop, but i look in the mirror and it all comes out. i hate myself | | | | |
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