Fuck everything.

[resist_anywhere]

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.  I try to make people happy and I make them cry.  I just fuck up way too much.  There isn't enough alcohol and I fucking hurt everyone I love.  And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.  What fucking horrible, painful irony.  God, I want

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[thatnerdygirl]

Call me if you want/need. You're loved.

[locazuluna]

ditto on the loved.
Wanna talk sometime? I have been told that I am good to talk to, and I have no idea of what is going on, so you could just talk until the day ended(or began, whatever)
691 9951, with the lawrence area code(I try to be a little mysterious, but anyone can figure it out...)