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I’m sorry that I cut my wrists, not roses. I’m sorry that I won’t be able to eat popcorn with you at the movie theatre. I’m sorry that some times I will swallow too many pills after I see those old photos of my childhood. I’m sorry that I cause you so much trouble. Please be patient with me. I’m so lost right now, but someday I’m going to be back home in your arms and everything will be ok again.
Someday soon we will be happy together (via dumbdaisies)