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~ Dear young Rachel, I'm sorry I turned out to be almost everything you told yourself you would never be. I'm sorry I killed you, I wish I could have you back.

I miss the girl that made everyone happy and didn't self-harm, wasn't suicidal. I miss the girl that had tons of friends. I miss the girl that didn't need cheering up because she was always happy. I miss the girl who used to be me.