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Jesus fucking Christ, I really am crawling in my skin. As in, my skin feels like it's trying to run away. When you hate every single person around you, and everything everybody says makes you want to kill yourself, and you find yourself wanting to gut the nicest person you know with a rusty knife, that's when you know that YOU are the problem. Good god.
I feel like I'm this fucking close to taking apart my razor and embedding it in somebody's eye. In my own? No, that would be a waste of time.
I don't even know why I'm saying this here. Nobody will read it. And no, this isn't some lame OMG GIVE ME COMMENTS OR I'LL KILL MYSELF, but seriously, nobody who reads this thing has any ability to make it better or even to call me up and suck away another five minutes of my life. At this point, that's all I really want- to kill time until I die. I just don't give a fuck.
I don't need help. I don't. I'm fine.
Fuck.
I feel like I'm this fucking close to taking apart my razor and embedding it in somebody's eye. In my own? No, that would be a waste of time.
I don't even know why I'm saying this here. Nobody will read it. And no, this isn't some lame OMG GIVE ME COMMENTS OR I'LL KILL MYSELF, but seriously, nobody who reads this thing has any ability to make it better or even to call me up and suck away another five minutes of my life. At this point, that's all I really want- to kill time until I die. I just don't give a fuck.
I don't need help. I don't. I'm fine.
Fuck.