Dear you, and you, and you,

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry. I'm still okay, I'm still Liying, but I may not be who you knew me to be. Do you know that nothing makes me really happy anymore? Everything just feels very sketchy you know, like they don't mean a thing, at all. I begin to wonder why I live and I begin to wish I had never been born, and I know you don't want to hear that but it's the truth.
I don't know what's going on, I don't know where I'm going and I don't know where I'll end up. I feel like I'm wandering aimlessly and ending up even further gone than I was. I feel as if my life is amounting to a grand total of nothing.
Thanks for asking but I constantly don't feel okay, even though everything is perfectly fine. I don't know what's going on but don't worry about me, I think I'll make it through. I'm sorry for not confiding in you but how can I tell you all this?

P.s. I had a dream today and I wished it were true but I had to wake up and be sad all over again.

Love from a very bad friend,
Me.
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