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No Longer Myself

Whether you want to realize it or not everything you do affects me. When you ignore me for days and even weeks in a row, it hurts. I don't do well in school and I seclude myself and withdraw from people. I don't like to hang out with my friends anymore because I'm constantly on the verge of tears and every time they mention nascar or Tennessee or use a fake southern accent to make a joke funny I'm not on the edge anymore. I've just jumped right off without a parachute.

They don't care about you. They ask me what's wrong and I just say Richard and they know exactly what I'm talking about. "Oh, is he not talking to you again," damn they got it right on the nose. But they don't care. "Just forget about him he's an asshole and he's too old anyway." I don't care if you're old. Doesn't make a bit of difference to me. But I can't hang out with them because they don't understand.

I can't be with my friends so I go home. I can't be around my so called family so I go upstairs. I turn on my music. Tim McGraw,

"you always had an eye for things that glittered,
but I was far from being made of gold.
I don't know how but I scraped up the money,
I just never could quite tell you no.
Just like when you were leaving Amarillo,
Taking that new job in Tennessee.
I quit mine so-"

I slam the power button down. Richard lives in Tennessee. And here come the tears. So I turn on the TV. TLC, a wedding story, no. MTV, engaged and underage, no. GSN, to tell the truth, no. TBS, everybody loves- what the fuck?

And the tears keep flowing so I turn off the TV. I grab some candy from my little stash but all that's left is some chocolate for Sheila. I hate chocolate. Whatever I eat it anyway. That doesn't help. Now all I'm doing is getting fatter while I'm crying.

What else can I do? There's still some sleeping pills left. I think about 12 actually. Yes, and that's exactly what I need. I grab the bottle of Snapple off my TV where it always sits and I reach under my...