Voices keep saying if I didn’t send that email in 2012 or 2013 whenever, I think it was that New Years e-mail, that you would’ve died. You would’ve committed suicide. They keep bringing up that you’re suicidal.
I have to unfortunately tell you that I’m not trying to save you from yourself. If you want to die, that choice is all yours.
I’m trying to find love. You know this, someone that loves me and wants to live a life with me.
If you want to die, like the guy you kissed or fucked in the Dominican Republic that night, I can’t stop you.
I have to again, painfully admit that there’s nothing I can do.