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i now have a poetry journal just for those interested....its called my_love_murders
this way i dont junk up my real journal with poems nobody reads but shea....i love you shea
update later...supposed to see keil today...woot!
love to some
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well keil can't come get me and i am about to kill myself(literally)because of my fucking family. i hate everything they do to me and i cannot stand it any longer. i wanted to cut today (yeah im talking about it out loud) but i couldn't find anything sharp enough nor did i know a place to do it that wouldn't hurt my back to bend to or show. so my legs and arms were off limits because of clothes and gym(shorts) and i couldn't forca myself to bend at all for any other place/ my back is still killing me and i hate it. and i skipped band practice today because i wanted to go with keil tonight so now i get to do neither. i hate my fucking day today. sheeshums im tired again from all the fucking crying.
this way i dont junk up my real journal with poems nobody reads but shea....i love you shea
update later...supposed to see keil today...woot!
love to some
edit
well keil can't come get me and i am about to kill myself(literally)because of my fucking family. i hate everything they do to me and i cannot stand it any longer. i wanted to cut today (yeah im talking about it out loud) but i couldn't find anything sharp enough nor did i know a place to do it that wouldn't hurt my back to bend to or show. so my legs and arms were off limits because of clothes and gym(shorts) and i couldn't forca myself to bend at all for any other place/ my back is still killing me and i hate it. and i skipped band practice today because i wanted to go with keil tonight so now i get to do neither. i hate my fucking day today. sheeshums im tired again from all the fucking crying.