Yeah.
I'm crying.
And I've not felt the urge to do this in quite awhile.
No matter how often I thought about it.
Dying and self harm never really made much sense. Until just now.
I'm a self centered girl.
I guess nothing matters then, since I'm too busy just caring about myself.
I'm done.
I don't want to wake up tomorrow.
But I'm just blubbering because I'm a faggot. That'd be pointless to kill myself. There's too much to live for.
But I don't care.
At the moment I long to die.
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