i dont know why im writing this (probably because its nearly 3am here and i decided not to sleep last night) but i would just like to inform someone (anyone!)
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life is not my friend right now
the almighty “he” confuses the shit out of me, i don’t know if he wants me or would rather kill me. my best friend has serious problems that seem to somehow be my fault (if she’s tired or has pms).
god punished me with an itch; fucker.
I thought there was something wrong with me, that i was wrong. the way i pick at my skin, the way i pull at my hair, the way i contemplate the meaning and purpose behind most thing and ways and people.
I Like Myself Too Much
Maybe I’m just a simple pre-teen, Maybe I don’t need my Paxil to stay sane, Maybe she just perscribed it to keep me away from the councilling buildling,