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A little over an hour ago, I cried. Not just tried to cry, not just one tear either. I cried for ten minutes. I felt so helpless and pathetic and spiteful. I felt a little bit better afterwards. Now, however, I have a searing pain in my stomach. (Upon further consideration, it might be due to the fact that I haven't eaten very well today.) ----- I was promised driving at eight. I was home by seven thirty. It is ten thirty. No one is home to go driving. I (mentally) need to go driving. ----- My mom told (TOLD!) me that my "issues" weren't "real issues". I know, but it still hurts to be told. ----- I like my sunglasses. I like them because ***********************************. I actually like them because they let me stare at (observe) people without it being socially awkward. ----- I am always "in a movie". ----- I like Norman Cook. ----- "...or maybe we're soulmates and destined to fuck." ----- You're a rich straight A+ student who volunteers at the children's hospital twice a week. You are also a condescending, hypocritical bitch. You casually joke about my bitterness and jealousy. Here's a plan: Go fuck yourself (=yes, I am). ----- Raven says: Does that mean you are mentally ill too? .:ill tempest says: yes ----- Honest: I want to steal a car and drive it too fast into a symbolic wall. ===== Suicide (with alibi)
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