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[_socialitewhore]

I'm not sure why I do certain things.

Like looking through my [hate box]. Full of sleeping pills. Ibuprophen. Protractors that have penetrated me. Exacto knife blades. My suicide note. The pink note written about me and about [us] that i shuffle through and read even though I have it practically memorized...

And so I sit alone in the dark.

Comments

words bring more relief than blood

[anonymous]

when did i stop wanting to feel

[antisuperboy]

you need to throw that box away.