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2014, towards the end of October.
"You had a nice smile," and the world is full of bullshit.
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I've been smoking up to half a pack a day, actually been drinking alcohol, made myself bleed more times in the past two and a half months than in the past five years, punched walls enough times and hard enough to make my knuckles black and blue. I've cried at least once or twice every week-on bedsheets, against bathroom tiles, in classrooms, on sidewalks, in parking lots, in cars. (Feeling like crying, on the other hand, is a daily thing.) It's frightening, how things can change so fast; and even more frightening that, perhaps, things never were as good as I thought they were.
"You had a nice smile," and the world is full of bullshit.
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and
-
I've been smoking up to half a pack a day, actually been drinking alcohol, made myself bleed more times in the past two and a half months than in the past five years, punched walls enough times and hard enough to make my knuckles black and blue. I've cried at least once or twice every week-on bedsheets, against bathroom tiles, in classrooms, on sidewalks, in parking lots, in cars. (Feeling like crying, on the other hand, is a daily thing.) It's frightening, how things can change so fast; and even more frightening that, perhaps, things never were as good as I thought they were.