Well, I knew it would happen again so here I am writing on this site I guess just doesn’t make me feel so alone about how I’m feeling..anyways why is it that we always want the one thing which we cannot have? I just can’t take the fucking hurt anymore..so here I am laying in my bed with my razor blade, seven fresh cuts on my wrists and my itouch listening to music that reminds me of the times when I was with her..fuck my life…
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mr owl how many slits does it take to get to the center of the wrist? one two three…dead.
the world may never know
who’s ‘her’? whats going on man?
My ex..
okay, and how are you feeling?
signing off for the evening. hang in there buddy. talk tomorrow.
or add me to yahoo messenger ellaavriel
are you still ok? i’ve been thtough the same thing as you and i can maybe help?