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Does it ever seem like you just keep getting more and more lonely as time goes on?

Suicide wasn't a thing...

So.
I'm still here and stuff.
I told a dear friend that this blog was really just another way to hurt myself.
The essence of masochism.
An artist is what i would like to consider myself but this blog is the anti art...
It's just sad, and just to damn real.
So, that is all it is. It's just a blog.
Nothing poetical or really nice about it.

I ate today. I've eaten every day.
I just try not to eat, is the thing. It's gross and makes me feel dirty and wrong.

I havent cut in three days.

Still alive....

Suicide notes.

... you started writing goodbye notes to your friends because you new that you would die by your own hands sooner or later. But then, as you wrote them, you found yourself slipping and smiling at old memories which made you cry even harder. Love hurts. Especially when you are trying to say goodbye to it.

I can see peoples flitful glances toward my sleeves. The nervous twitches. Insanity makes people uncomfortable. Comfortable or not, they should be ready to face the truth. The truth is pain. It's like a little spore that lodges in your heart and then grows into a fungus that takes over your entire being. If you know anything about fungus, it's not the easiest thing to actually get rid of...

Trapped.