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puked my fucking guts out and ran around the house, bleeding, stumbling, screaming, completely mad. passed out slumped against the bathtub with my knees in my chest wrapped in a towel. don't remember much. i think i'm an alcoholic, and sadly i don't care. i partly wish that it could have been it this time, because i am tired and miserable 95% of the time. i wish this depression that i dove head first into would just pass or fucking kill me already. i'm not supposed to do these things. i'm not a little girl anymore. things are supposed to be better.
lets go back a year ago, and you could have not said things you didn't mean, and you could... not have hurt me. and we could still be perfect now. no more throat cutting screaming at the top of your lungs fights that last all night. we could be perfect.
i have never felt this scared before.
lets go back a year ago, and you could have not said things you didn't mean, and you could... not have hurt me. and we could still be perfect now. no more throat cutting screaming at the top of your lungs fights that last all night. we could be perfect.
i have never felt this scared before.