Now i really want to jump off a cliff.
Ha. When did you ever do that for me, but yeah i forgot, i'm no fun, i'm practicly just a makeout buddy. Not like i didn't create that. I hate what i have done, what i have made, what i have created. Your paronoid now. Well i'm ready to fuckign slit my throat.
Maybe just my wrists. That would be more satisfing, to know and remeber what each scar ment.
This is teh perfect weather. Maybe if my mom see's it she'll realize i need to go home, i need out of this place, i need help.
It might be time to explain.
Tonight when i take my shower i'm goign to have to deside weitethr or not to peirce my skin.
I really hope i talk myself out of it.
My chest hurts. I really really want back. I'm ready to sleep for a few days.
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