I am thirty fucking years old.

i just got a text that read:

Do you want to come sleep in my bed?

:|

Why am I always so fucking sad?

It's fucked up that the people who gave you life can also make you want to end it.

It's also fucked up that the people who taught you how to share when you were younger can tell you not to share things, like your bed or your life, with others later.

Dear Journal,

I need to get laid.

Love,

Sarah

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...with a worthwhile mind/heart/soul/body who is fortunate in that she has the heart of another worthwhile individual with a worthwhile mind/heart/spirit/body. Take that and stuff yr turkey with it!

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i am really close to suicide.

it is comforting to be interested in someone who has a plethora of hits on google for theatrical performances as opposed to criminal infractions.