I don't think it's possible for my hands
to be any colder than they are right now.
And I can't seem to stop shaking either.

I hate you.
I want nothing to do with you.
I wish his threats were real.

I thought that if I bit my lip hard enough,
the rest of this pain would just go away.

Come on car accident, be my escape.

Grades, meh.
Heart, meh.
Family, meh.

Went to Angie's and hung out
with her and Nick and Sean.
Felt awkward. Lost at spoons.

I had a good hair day though.
And I like my new hoodie.
Plus, I have a new friend.

And as long as I keep believing,
things have to be all right.

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Getting off work early is nice.
Even if my paycheck is less.
Little red cars are nice too.

I feel queasy. I hate that.

I keep telling myself not to
get my hopes up. But it never,
ever works. Please call.

I would've put this in your comments if you ALLOWED THEM! <3
I'm a bit early I believe, but whatever.

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My wrist hurts, my hair is a mess,
and phone calls became too expensive.
Please just stop complaining.
I've never hated you more.