Today is your birthday.
I only got to celebrate one birthday with you. And I can't even remember what I got you for a present.... I miss you. Today, everyone has talked about you like you were some kind of saint, 'he loved everyone, and judged no one." IF you were all these things that people say you were, you would have NEVER killed yourself. Because real love is doing something for someone else even if you really don't want to. If you had really loved so deeply, you would still be here, for me. I despise you. You have taken away the only thing that makes me human, you took away my ability to choose. I tried to celebrate your birthday, I did it for me. Not for you. Because I couldn't just ignore today...I don't very many pictures like the rest of your family and friends. I don't have years of memories to verify your true love for me. I don't have you, I don't have anything.
Why didn't you love me enough to just stay? Any kind of presences would have been better than this misery. You never loved me. I am sure of it.I am alone. Thanks to you.
I hope you see now, how many people loved you, because now you know you were wrong to decide to leave. And it's no one's fault but your own.
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