i really dont know what i did, but, im sorry. im sorry for everything. i was trying to help. i just wanted you to not cut, cuz everytime you tell me you cut a little bit of me dies, i wanted you to eat cuz everyday that you didnt eat killed just a it more. i guess i cared to much, maybe not enough, but i never thought youd get mad at me for it. i hate knowing that how i feel, you dont feel the same but i can deal with that, but i cant deal with us not talking, everytime we talk it being incedibly akward, knowing you probly dont want to talk to me your just being nice. im really sorry for what i did but, i need you back.