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2012-12-07 11:21:31 (UTC)


Friday 11:21 AM December 7, 2012

You sit there
in your


waiting on some
beautiful boy to

save you
from your

old ways

"When You Were Young" by The Killers

So, being in the shit mood I am, I missed school easily.

I slept until ten and the lied in bed until eleven fifteen, weaving in and out of dreams, forcing my dream body to do what I wanted it to. Oh, I guess I was lucid dreaming. Cool.

I am not addicted to cutting and I don't think cutting is wrong, which I think is weird. I just think it is a nice way to quench bloodlust or the release deadly emotions.

I don't think I am addicted. Sometimes, randomly I can go two weeks without cutting and then I cut a lot and I can't stop because I don't want to let it heal. I think I could probably stop if I wanted to, I think.

But I don't want to stop.

If I stop, everything falls apart, right? I don't know.

While I have nothing to save me but myself, I will cut myself which does almost enough.

I had a dream. I opened my cigarette box and there was fifty or more cigarettes in there instead of one. I started smoking them all.


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