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I feel the worst today. its always getting worse, today i punched a hole in my room's wall, for no reason i went insane and started punching and kicking and screaming at everything. i destroyed my dryer and i took a hammer to my skates. those shits would not die. im going to kill them tomarrow. im going to use the saw. i cant stop throwing up even though im not sick.
theres too many people trying to keep me from dying. its just not working.
i hate it. this "hope" people push onto you, its fucking stupid.
theres no cure for this anymore.
im DEAD ALREADY . so FUCKING leave me ALONE. you HOPEFUL FUCKS. YOU're JUST NOT WANTING ME TO die for your own SELFISH REASONS. you're nothing to me now. you who is reading at this very moment.
My thoughts are hypocritical. i want something noone can give me.
FUCK. fuck. .. fuck. . . .. . its not morse code love. . . .. . .. . .its morose, like a lithium ion battery on easter.
two lovers under one cover, passing thoughts through the night, he held her close they kissed and he told her that he loved her. she felt ecstatic and her heart took flight. he woke the next morning after great sex, he fell to the floor and he said. "oh my god! i dont know what was going through my head, i fucked her after i said i loved her then i shot her dead." her body now decomposed, lying in the moat, he wishes her body could stay afloat. he then hung himself off his balcony using rope. in love there is no hope.
i write here all day.
you want me to write you a suicide note? next time princess.
the duke needs a drink.
let me punch a hole in your wall.
the shattered remains of my heart is shredding my insides like broken glass.
theres too many people trying to keep me from dying. its just not working.
i hate it. this "hope" people push onto you, its fucking stupid.
theres no cure for this anymore.
im DEAD ALREADY . so FUCKING leave me ALONE. you HOPEFUL FUCKS. YOU're JUST NOT WANTING ME TO die for your own SELFISH REASONS. you're nothing to me now. you who is reading at this very moment.
My thoughts are hypocritical. i want something noone can give me.
FUCK. fuck. .. fuck. . . .. . its not morse code love. . . .. . .. . .its morose, like a lithium ion battery on easter.
two lovers under one cover, passing thoughts through the night, he held her close they kissed and he told her that he loved her. she felt ecstatic and her heart took flight. he woke the next morning after great sex, he fell to the floor and he said. "oh my god! i dont know what was going through my head, i fucked her after i said i loved her then i shot her dead." her body now decomposed, lying in the moat, he wishes her body could stay afloat. he then hung himself off his balcony using rope. in love there is no hope.
i write here all day.
you want me to write you a suicide note? next time princess.
the duke needs a drink.
let me punch a hole in your wall.
the shattered remains of my heart is shredding my insides like broken glass.