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- about a month ago I went to my friends birthday. There was a guy there named Max, I have only met him three times but I kinda fell in love with him. So we were climbing on a ledge above a door and Max was helping me get up. He was holding my hand to help me get up and I slipped and let go of his hand, thinking he would let go and I would fall. but he didn't, he let me fall. I liked he even before that but something about him holding me up instead of just dropping me set something off in me.
true story
- Im kinda depressed, I have thought of committing suicide lots of times, but whenever I think of Max I always am happy and can't stop smiling so it's kind of like he is holding me up from totally being depressed and hurting myself.
Everything (c) Me
PS. Max friend zoned me :c





