it's such a cold cold world, and it's got me down.

i’m mrs bitch with a capital b

fuck. what have i done? i tried to help, but it seems as though it wasn’t even, kind of, good enough. at least i tried, at least i noticed. what am i actually meant to do? you won’t let me tell anybody, i’m constantly worried about you, yet i don’t have the experience to help you a lot. i have no clue whatsoever. i don’t know whether i’m sad because i haven’t been helping, jut hindering, or angry because i seem to be in the way, not making enough of an effort. i don’t know what to do. i don’t get it. i’m not mad, i’ll miss you. this is hard on me, too, y’know. i don’t want to regret not telling anyone, so i’m going to have too. i don’t want it to be too late. but remember this: at least i tried.