I wish there was some way I could help you.
I know we don’t hang out or go out like most friends do, but you’ve grown on me. And you mean a lot to me. And you’re the only girl I can actually talk to. And I love you. And I don’t like it when you’re so sad and upset all the time. Sometimes you scare me when you say things like that. And when you’re at home, I think “what if.”
You’ll get out of it soon, I promise. I don’t know exactly when or how, but you’ll get out of it soon and everything will be all better.
I’m begging you to at least stay with me here. If I lost you, I don’t know what I’d do.
