I think I did a horrible thing.
My heart is broken, although I'm quite drunk, I'm crying, but I'm not crying because I'm drunk.
I'm a rat.
I ratted out a friend...
A good friend.
I found his drugs.
I had to report it.
I'm going to miss him.
A LOT.
He went to rehab.
I thought he was clean.
I wanted to believe him.
SO BAD!
But I found it...
I feel like a dog.
I don't want him to go.
I'm sorry.
I'm very sorry.
I'm very sad.
It feels like someone ripped out a piece of my chest.
And I did it.
My bosses and managers are proud of me.
I'm not proud.
Tears flowing down my cheeks.
Snot clogging up my nose.
Gerrie.
I'm sorry!
I wish I didn't find it.
I wish I didn't tell.
I wish you didn't do it.
I wish you stopped.
I hope you get well.
I love you, always will.
I'm sorry.
Thank you for Eminem.
I had to get this OUT.
I had to tell someone.
Love you.
Please forgive me.
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