My name is Jeff, and everything is falling apart around me because my dad is a pompus jerk, and the one person that i loved has been gone for 3 1/2 years... boo fucking hoo... try living with the giult that your father killed himself when you were 8 because you think that you did something wrong!!! try living with the fact that your own father didn't love you enough to say goodbye, and that he'd see you later... try thinking for one second that people have more miserable lives that you do... YOU STILL HAVE 2 PARENTS, AND A SISTER THAT LOVE YOU... no matter what you say... or what they do... they love you Jeff... just like i do... well... not like i do... but they do love you... you have a good comfortable life... you're doing good in skool... you have a god friend that you spend all of your time with... and you have people that care about you... i'm not saying that my life is worse... i'm just saying that you need to stop being a damn Drama King and own up to being selfish... i kknow that not everything is about me... but you still think that everybody's lives revolve around you...  i DO CARE ABOUT YOU A LOT... but when you continue to say shit like you've been posting... i don't know what to believe... you worry me... and i'm typing ths soooo fast... i'm jittery... i can't stand what a melancholy Drama King you've become... you used to want to be on the stage... pretending to be Sweeney... but you've crossed the line... and have become Sweeney... well... i'm sick of it... i'm still going to call you... and i don't care if i woke you up... because i fucking want to tell you that your life isn't as bad as you think it is... you still have people that care about you... and your self- pity has to stop if you're going to get any real pity, or even some ficking help from people who care about you... but you're too much like your father to even realize that when you're looking at the Grimmerie with her, that i'm looking at you... and i'm trying to hold back tears because i can't stand you and her sharing something that we shared, and that was special... whatever.. i know that you've read this... but you probably haven't even started to get how much this really means to me... i care about you... i just don't want to see you go... not yet... i want to see you Monday...