You ask me why I can't move past this, why I can't pick up and move on after these "little" events. Well in case you hadn't noticed they aren't so little. They're gigantic. And devastating. And I'm dieing a little more every day and you either can't see it, or won't do anything about it.
I stood by you through an addiction that was very nearly the end of this family. Why, why, why will you not help me?
10:36 p.m. - 2005-07-20
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