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2005 20 February :: 10.02 pm
Yeah...I'll no longer update. I figure no one reads it anyway.
So in the situation that anyone does choose to make contact with me, you should know how to reach me.
Believe me, I'm not expecting anything.
4 Left without goodbye. |
Run away... |
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2005 20 February :: 10.58 am
Zoloft sucks...it only makes me more depressed than "I already was" even though I never was. Anyway, I followed Eric around for a while yesterday. I can't remember half of whatever the Hell I did because I was so far off it wasn't even funny. Nearly passed out a few times. Tore my favourite coat on my new lethal, but decorative, weapon. Also somehow got the damn thing attached to my arm and it hurt like Hell!
I'm done, farewell.
Run away... |
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2005 17 February :: 7.39 pm
:: Music: Bleed The Dream - Villian
I could be the villain in your little book of break ups
I could be a page in your little book of break-ups
(I'm never letting go)
I tear into myself again
My skin rips like paper
I'll never trust myself again
You're heart breaks like glass
I should have been the hero in your little book of make-ups
(But that ending wasn't meant to be)
I should have been the figure in your little book of make-ups
(I'm never letting go)
I tear into myself again
My skin rips like paper
I'll never trust myself again
You're heart breaks like glass
And still I find a way
To find the brilliance of your insight in this lifetime
I won't regret
(I'm never letting go)
(I'm never letting go)
I tear into myself again
My skin rips like paper
I'll never trust myself again
You're heart breaks like glass
Run away... |
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2005 17 February :: 3.06 pm
Zoloft only makes the pain worse. "Use with caution in people with suicidal thoughts." I guess that didn't apply to me until now.
Nothing has a purpose anymore, the world is just, gone.
Congratulations judgmental parents and others, I never was depressed, now I'm leaning so far over the fucking edge I might as well just stop balancing.
In fact that might make some (most) people happy.
Oh wait I'm giving myself too much credit, they wouldn't notice....
Run away... |
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2005 15 February :: 7.22 pm
Ah fuck it....you all know as well as I do I'm not going anywhere.
I've no where else to go.
It's hard to accept and believe, but what other explanation is there?
In any situation, whether or not anyone hates me...you still mean something to me.
like it or not
Run away... |
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