i had a panic attack that night u messaged me before we left for college. i think about u a lot, and i wish things didn’t turn out the way they did. i really wanted to be ur friend but i couldn’t stand to see u make those choices, i couldn’t keep helping you; it was hard on me too, running to you. i seen u still follow my sister on ig and sometimes i check ur page. i hope ur doing better, that’s all ive ever wanted for you.