What is it? WHy is it so aweful? Why does it hurt? Do all people really pretend they are happy? and if so... Why?
Life is fucked up, and I'm tired of being part of it. I wish it would all end. But.. without the gun, I find it impossible... so.. I'll just continue to cut, to help my stress level, until i'm so disfigured, noone will let me near them. They will lock me up in a room and throw away the key.. and there I will live happily after fucking ever after.
Sunday, January 25, 2004
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