Sick of life.
"Don't have time for your bullshit!"I said. And, I punched her in the face. Im laying down again. I've got a razor,a pair of scissors, pills, and a knife. They seem to be whispering my name and I can't help it. I cut my self. I take the pills. I see no reason for this life. im a waste of time, and space.
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