MELTING AWAY?!?!?!?!

I go to you for some fucking support. SUPPORT. I tell you I'm a mess. What do you do? You casually say "melting away?" I don't give a motherfucking shit if you're high as fuck right now; even when people are high, they can censor some things they say, even the rudest of people.
Do you even fucking know?
No you don't. You have no fucking idea. The tears I've shed.
I can't believe it. The first time tonight that I'm crying that isn't family related or school-related.
I'm crying because you hurt me, just by saying that. You make it sound so casual.


ITS FUCKING DEATH. ITS NOT CASUAL.
That was bitchy. Plain bitchy.
I can't stop the rain coming from my eyes. I just can't stop it.
I need real support. the only person who has given it to me tonight is someone who I least expected it from, but he helped.


I need to get away. ASAP. Take a walk, go on the roof, go away. I'm tired of this shit...


Melting away... you make them sounds like drops of ice cream melting off of the cone.

You have no excuse. Not even "I was high."
That's it.
I'm not seeking help anymore. It's obviously uneffective.

You have no excuse. Whatso-fucking-ever.
Death.