Well, so much for that

[riddlemethis]

It turns out that life: it sucks.

I'm done. I'm going to move.

Turns out, no one gives a crap about me. It turns out that people that you think are sweet are liars. Liars that hurt you. That treat you like an object, they use you up and leave you alone. They let you wander in the dark without any memories to be picked up by your worst enemy. This was... terrible.

I hate my life. I hate everything.

And I'm leaving this journal. There's no need to help undesirable people contact me.

I'm done.

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Don't Leave

[fearmaster]

Edward, don't go. Wait, please.

I waited. I gave you space and time to think. But I didn't expect...

No, let me start over. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to leave you by yourself. I loved you. I love you. But I was ashamed. I hurt you, and I was ashamed. When you went into a coma, I was too ashamed to see you. What right did I have to even see the man I'd scared and hurt? And when you woke up? When you needed me most? I... I wanted to be there for you. But I was afraid. You know who I am, Edward. You know what it means to me to admit that. But I was terrified. I couldn't face you. And I regret that to no end. I wasn't there when you needed me because I was afraid of what you thought of me.

I should have told you right away, about how I felt and what I'd done. But I just thought that somehow I'd gotten a second chance. That I could make things right. Obviously, I was wrong.

But please, Eddie, don't leave. I want to make it up to you. I want to make this right. I don't want to leave you alone any more. I know that I've kept things from you, and I hurt you before, and I haven't been very honest with you.

But I never treated you like an object, Eddie. I never meant to make you feel that way. I... I adore you.

Talk to me, Edward. Please...