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i hate my fucking life sometimes.
no i hate my fucking life all the time.
and its getting worse.
i glanced at the razor blade perched on the counter, it called to me.....in my head i told myself to pick it up...just....a little abrasion....a little....slice....
just to dull the pain...
i backed up until my back hit the counter....
shocked i stood...the middle of the day..a monday...one i was hating every moment of....and that thought echoed in my head.
"i hate myself," i spoke outloud. "i fucking hate myself.."
i cried silently for hours.
work was a bore. my mind replayed dialouges from movies and music videos for hours. death was an option.
depression is my only friend,
"something dreadfuls with you dear makes me want to be with you....your better off saying nothing..wish for a happy ending...."
ciao.