(#) fatherfuckingmeese 2012-10-05FUCK NO. YOU'RE NOT GETTING OUT OF THIS THAT EASY. LET ME TELL YOU. .IT'S NOT THE MOTHEREFFINGMEESE ANSWER. I used to self harm also (though I still get the urge) and it doesn't fix anything. It just scars your body. I WILL LITERALLY FIND OUT WHERE YOU LIVE AND HUG SOME SENSE INTO YOU, YA GOT THAT? (I HUG HARD. THAT SOUNDED WRONG.) I WILL HUG YOU SO HARD YOU'LL SQUEAK. I have attempted suicide five fricken' times so I should know. You just gotta get through it. It's hard I know. . I had to go to the mental hospital twice. SAM I DON'T REALLY KNOW YOU BUT YOU GOTTA KNOW, I LOVE YOU. NOW THAT'S ONE PERSON AND I KNOW THERE'S MORE! >:/ You do anything and I will throw a burrito at your head. A burrito that's been sat on by many illegal immigrants. Know that I care about you. Seriously, don't hurt yourself. You're too fucking pretty for that. I'm still here today, aren't I? If I can get through it, you can.
- God, Sam. Don't fucking do that to yourself. DO NOT DIE ON ME, YOU HEAR?
I have never met you in person, but I intend to one day, because you are just one of the funniest, nicest, weirdest people I have ever had the chance to talk to. You shouldn't want to hurt yourself.
I understand that you have a shit life. God. YOU SHOULDN'T. WHY DO BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO GOOS PEOPLE? I wish you were happier....
I know that this is hard, (God, I have it way fucking easy compared to you) but DUDE, STOP HURTING YOURSELF. Problems shouldn't be taken out on your body. It's not going to solve anything.
I really wanna hug you right now.
Sam, this is gonna sound horrible, but there are things to live for. (GOD, I HATE SAYING SUCH CLICHÈ LINES). Please, just live for your FicWaffle family, or the friends you're going to meet, or your band that I know will be famous. You have SO MUCH AHEAD OF YOU, DON'T DIE. COME ON, MCR STILL NEEDS TO RELEASE MCR5.
Please, stop harming yourself. One thing will lead to another, and then it will escalate, and it won't fix anything. And I know you have a shitty family and friends.... later in life, they won't even matter. (God. I don't know what to say about them.... except I want to punch them all in the face.) I know this sounds douchebaggy, but you just have to deal with them, remember that in a few years you're moving out, and just walk away.
I don't know what else to say. I love you, Sam. I want you to be okay, and then we can meet one day and then fangirl over Josh Ramsay together.
(I also agree with Mia. About everything. Damn, Mia said it well.)
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