Literally, just seconds ago my skin was torn to fleshy shreds as the beast that hibernates inside me ripped through. I read something, I saw something I wish I hadn't. Now I can't think clearly. Call me dramatic (everyone else does) but I feel like killing someone, not just anyone, but one person in particular. So, now I sit in my computer
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PS. Your live journal inspires me to be a better writer. I wish I had a tad of your talent.
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So just kinda roll with it. Shit hurts, but life moves on, no reason to let em fuck you up that much. If you ain't careful, it can consume your life, then you're me, and you might as well shoot yourself. Good luck.
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and since you know so much, how long should the rope be so that i don't straggle i just break my neck immediately?
please don't ever comment on my journal again.
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If you ever need to talk I'm ready to listen, and it's not an empty gesture by any means.
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take care
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