May 07, 2013 21:04
Every Morning I wake up, throw up and pretty much just wanted to crawl in a corner and die. There is the note of the month. I hate everything I am, everything I have become and the future I cannot get away from. Best part is ... its all me. I did every little last ounce of it to myself. I dug the hole. Done sharing.
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