Condemn me to death already. Choke me. Hit me. Do something. Anything. I don't want to feel this anymore. Of course I put myself here, so I deserve it. Or maybe I'll just writhe in teen angst...haha...that's dumb. This whole crock of shit reeks of cheesy teenage baloney. At least poke me in the eye. Make sure I'm alive every once in a
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