blood on these walls have nowhere to run as if i were the blood and i could have gone.

dont you see? that im forcing myself to like her. that you're my source of happiness, one of them anyway, but it doesn't matter because everything is about her.


one cut, two cut, three cut, four. when will these lines go poor?

sleeping and slicing whats the difference? one of them only really cause pain

sometimes i want to die and sometimes i want to live .

i live for oone girl, though she'd never like me back, it's alright though.

i'd expect you to not know them as well as i do, since you still use the incorrect pronouns and name :)

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anyway, now that depressive episodes over, why not have another one?