we draw diagrams of suicide on each others wrists then trace them with razorblades

[nordenstam]

i woke up and i realized that i was still here. i was still me. as much as we dreamed of getting away from ourselves, we wake up in the misery that we are still us and nothing is ever going to change that

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[anonymous]

;) least I know you haven't completely forgotten about me. I have class from ~1 to ~3. I'm usually up pretty late these days so try sometime after 3