I'm torturing myself. This pain is unbearable. Inside, I want to scream, I want to tear my skin off. I pace up and down, I twitch, I bang my wrists. I want to escape. So I smoke cigarettes, eat chocolate, slash my skin.
I need to be rid of this evil. I don't deserve to be happy. I don't deserve to be thin, to be pretty, to be loved. If you knew what was inside my heart you would run from me and never return. Please, leave now, and save yourself.
I need to suffer. This hell just ain't hot enough for a bitch as damned as me.
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You're reading this, so you must have too much time on your hands. It's just my lame attempts to communicate with the world, or myself. What I'm trying to communicate, I ain't so sure...
All resemblance to any people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
All resemblance to any people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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