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I'm sick and tried of you and your cutting and taking pills and crying yourself to sleep thinking no one loves you. I'm sick and tried of having to sit threw your rants about how unfair life is to you and how you just want to end it all because its not worth living. I'm sick and tried of having to bury my happiness and my joy just so you don't have to feel left out. I'm sick and tried of you and your nice body curves getting smaller every time I see you. I'm sick and tried of you getting mad because I refuse to agree that cutting is helpful. I'm sick and tried of you and your "I'm so lonely" talks getting in the way of my feelings. I'm sick and tried of thinking about you ever since you died last summer. I'm sick and tried of knowing I could hold you close enough to stop you from cutting one last time. I'm sick and tried Angel...I'm sick and tried of missing you.