I think that when I'm back I will miss you.
Because it was never you, I can remember since I was born, it was never anyone here, from waking up one day to go to my mother's bed in the morning,
to resting my head on my friend's shoulder during class.
I choose to believe I was well loved.
So when I come back (When I come back right) I will already miss you, I would miss you without having even met you yet.
I wish i had been born right, maybe then I wouldn't be as "angry" as people say I am. Maybe I wouldn't be joining something just to get hurt, harming myself by myself is not as acceptable.
When I come back, as I trust I will, I hope I am as loved as people make me feel here, it was never any of you. It was always going to be me, at the end, the same, the pain, the sense of wrongness inside my body that burns so bright.
It was always going to be me.
I'm dying.