Why do I constantly put myself into a situation where I fucking know that I'm going to be depressed afterwards? Why do facebook stalk the shit outta whatever it is I'm looking at until the point where I am sickened and don't want to talk to anyone?
Why do I continually take a rusty knife and stab myself in the neck with it?
Why do I take the knife and stab my chest until the ribs are separated from the constant grinding and turning and twisting?
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Hello. Is there anybody out there?
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