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"there's so much i want to say, but i don't know where to start."

"what are you going to be for halloween?" hopefully dead.

nobody will ever care about me.

i wouldn't have to worry about bottling up my feelings anymore if i died.

who am i to love if i'm unlovable

i want to hurt more than anyone has ever hurt me.

i tried being active on twitter again, but it feels like i'm forced to talk to a wall.

i just want someone to understand me.

i've been miserable my whole life.

i seek comfort in the methods i use to destroy myself.

my blade comforts me more than anyone ever could.

there's no words to describe how agonizingly miserable i am.

everything i become apart of is destined to fall apart.

there's never a moment where i don't want to get worse.