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I DONT WANT PEOPLE TO THINK THEY HAVE TO DEAL WITH ME JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE MY FRIEND I UNDERSTAND YOU WANT TO HELP BUT YOU ******* CANT AND THATS ALRIGHT. 
I CANNOT HELP FEELING LIKE THIS.
 DO NOT FEEL USELESS WHEN I AM; BREAKING DOWN AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS ‘Its going to be okay’ BECAUSE THATS ALL YOU CAN DO, ENCOURAGING WORDS ARE ENOUGH; YOU ARE TRYING TO HELP. 
I DONT WANT TO BE YOUR PROBLEM IM NOT ANYONES PROBLEM BUT MY OWN .
I DONT WANT PEOPLE TO FEEL WORTHLESS JUST BECAUSE; THE CHEMICALS IN MY BRAIN, ARE NOT RIGHT; OR IM JUST HAVING A BAD DAY, AND I NEED SOMETHING TO TAKE MY MIND OFF THINGS. SOMETHING TO EASE THE FEELING. 
DONT SAY SORRY THAT YOU CANNOT FIX ME; AS YOU WATCH ME INHALE CIGARETTE SMOKE, FILLING MY LUNGS WITH POISON THAT NUMBS MY BRAIN FOR A WHILE.
 IM SORRY IM SO COMPLICATED, IM SORRY IM NOT OKAY
 (I’m sorry I’m shouting)
 BUT THIS IS HOW MY MIND SOUNDS, ALL THE TIME AND I CANNOT FIND QUIET; EVEN IN THE DARK CORNERS THE CRACKS OF MY SKULL AND THE CREVICES OF MY BRAIN
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
Rage
I DONT WANT PEOPLE TO THINK THEY HAVE TO DEAL WITH ME JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE MY FRIEND I UNDERSTAND YOU WANT TO HELP BUT YOU ******* CANT AND THATS ALRIGHT. 
I CANNOT HELP FEELING LIKE THIS.
 DO NOT FEEL USELESS WHEN I AM; BREAKING DOWN AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS ‘Its going to be okay’ BECAUSE THATS ALL YOU CAN DO, ENCOURAGING WORDS ARE ENOUGH; YOU ARE TRYING TO HELP. 
I DONT WANT TO BE YOUR PROBLEM IM NOT ANYONES PROBLEM BUT MY OWN .
I DONT WANT PEOPLE TO FEEL WORTHLESS JUST BECAUSE; THE CHEMICALS IN MY BRAIN, ARE NOT RIGHT; OR IM JUST HAVING A BAD DAY, AND I NEED SOMETHING TO TAKE MY MIND OFF THINGS. SOMETHING TO EASE THE FEELING. 
DONT SAY SORRY THAT YOU CANNOT FIX ME; AS YOU WATCH ME INHALE CIGARETTE SMOKE, FILLING MY LUNGS WITH POISON THAT NUMBS MY BRAIN FOR A WHILE.
 IM SORRY IM SO COMPLICATED, IM SORRY IM NOT OKAY
 (I’m sorry I’m shouting)
 BUT THIS IS HOW MY MIND SOUNDS, ALL THE TIME AND I CANNOT FIND QUIET; EVEN IN THE DARK CORNERS THE CRACKS OF MY SKULL AND THE CREVICES OF MY BRAIN
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
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