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“048. I swore that I won’t ever cut again. But I can’t fucking help it.” -
“047. Why don’t they ever care? The fully understand why I go to the bathroom for hours. I don’t understand why they can’t even bring themselves to care.” -
“046. I try to fucking tell them what I fucking feel. But I can’t. Because they’ll think that I’m being dramatic again. Or that I’m just looking for fucking attention.” -
“045. Why can’t my parents even fucking realize that they’re the reasons why I’m crying and cutting and depressed all the time.” -
I just realized that its been so long since I posted something. I don’t really have anything to say..
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“044. Fuck. I still can’t get over that, they just had to fucking smoke near where I live didn’t they? Ugh.” -
“043. Ok, I know that I have some pretty close friends who smoke weed buy fuck. That shit is nasty.” -
“042. Came home to some random douche bags smoking weed outside our building. So fucking disgusting. Now my coat smells like fucking weed.” -
“041. My mom is such a fucking botch sometimes.” -
“040. Fuck, I don’t even know why I’m being so dramatic right now.”
