I know things are really tough right now. Especially with school and just life in general. But never go back to self harm baby. When you tell me you cut, I cried. When you told me you wanted to take your life, I cried. When you told me you were going to take your life in middle school, I cried. When you told me I was the reason that you didn’t take your life that day in middle school, I cried for hours. When you told me I saved your life again, a week or so later, I cried for hours. I never knew the way you felt all of those days at school. I never knew that you were in so much pain. I wish you would have told me. I wish I could’ve helped you. I wish I could’ve been there. I wish I could’ve been your shoulder to cry on. When you told me again, you wanted to take your life, just over a year ago, the beginning of high school, I cried for hours. I love you so much. If anything were to happen to you, I don’t know how I would go on. You were/are my best friend. I’d do anything for you. Come back into my life, or let me back into yours, we need each other, but really, I need you in mine to know that you are doing all right.