Eh, ****. I totally blew it.
But okay, that's my last one. This is worse than quitting drugs. At least then I still had cigarettes and booze and cutting. Now I have booze. When I quit that how loud will I have to yell to get it all to stop?
I even have too much guilt to die. Trapped, ****ing trapped.
I have no right to be this way.
Ugh, ignore me. I just have to type this so I don't do anything stupid. I know that I can't foresee an end but the end will come and that where negatives are prevalent there are separate but equal positives, but sometimes I just want to run and jump over bridges and fall into space.
Sorry. Okay I'm going now.
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