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I really wish i would have stayed dead. That way i could have stayed out of everyone's hair and wouldnt have pissed everyone off with my imperfections, mentally, emotionally, physically, etc. oh and by the way.. my newly acquired eating disorder that i have an appointment for on monday... like last monday and the monday before that and the monday before that... every fucking monday before my physics lab since the beginning of october, enjoys when people close to me call me ugly. after all, it has time to grow. maybe it will grow large enough to allow my heart to stop beating again and i wont be your fucking problem anymore. so much for not giving up on me.