I would seriously like to run away right now. I just want to disappear and never be seen again. I want out ... I want everything - all the pain, all the **** - to stop. I'm sick of living.
I gave my knife to my housemate with the instructions "don't give it back to me for a few days" ... which he has interpreted as "don't give it back to me". Part of me wants to search his room for it ... But I know that I won't. I guess if I get stuck I can always limp down to the hardware store and get another one.
Maybe I should ...
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