February 2012
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Tomorrow will be ten days without you. I just.. don’t know what I’m doing with my life. I hate myself. I hate everything. I can’t breathe most of the time when i’m alone. I just don’t see the point in living. I feel so broken and disgusting. And I’m tired of slitting and slitting. But i’m not brave enough to kill myself. And I don’t get why. It feels...
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