Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

You won't know until it's over. You won't find me in time.

I had to fight so hard not to cry.

How will you be remembered? As a loner and a loser.

I'm going to die a virgin. I like the thought if it. So pure.

The sad truth is, they should never trust me.

Take it as a token. Because tomorrow when I go, I want you to believe friends are possible.