nothing is going to fucking fix this. you leaving would make me feel worse, and everyone would end up hating me and leaving anyway. you still being here is going to stay the same.

my happiness doesn't matter. you keep your friends. I'll go. it'll be fine. I'm not going to do anything that would mess things up for you. I'll go back to writing in a journal or smth, i don't need to talk to people here. they'd be better off without me, but you're too important. people love you. your friends love you. I'm just in the way.