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I admit it.. I'm an attention ***** I starve myself, even though i know how skinny i am, even though i know 100 lbs is not a lot. I starve myself so people will notice me. Talk about me. Feel bad for calling me all that rude stuff. For the "I want her body" For the "Did you lose weight" For the People who will start caring. So people will talk behind my back about how i never eat. But also to have legs to die for, and a waist to love. To be perfect.
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
Attention *****
Dead poet cocktail Have you ever felt it? The feeling of nothing stirred with death,finished with… void and numbness? Don’t forget, Nick for nack. Everything has symptoms. Silly you did you forget? Relationships: torn, fragile, rigid, Hard. Activities: endless, painful, uncomfortable. Self-meaning: what’s that? Happiness: you have to pay for it. Sleepless nights. Days in a flash or days that take a year. Don’t forget to not forget. You lost your mind. Did you forget? Now let’s make a cocktail to soften the nothingness. Wait for night. Pour some bleach, Add some paracetamol, Mix in some of your meds. The doctors said It helps with stress Which you will finally receive, with merciful reprieve. Shake it with memory. Strain it through despair. Serve it in a glass of… Wait, Don’t be silly Did you forget the salt of shame, the pepper of unaware. You were raised this way, weren’t you? So don’t forget, do one thing right. Sit with it.Let it burn. Prepare to rest. A long, long rest.
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8h ago
Jun 5, 2026 at 1:18 AM UTC
Dead Poet Cocktail (TW)