November 7, 2013
Nothing, that's what. Do I really give a shit about what people think of me? Obviously not. So screw it.
I may not be intentionally trying to end my life, but I am slowly dying. Right now, it's whatever can kill the pain. Whatever methods I can think of to seriously just knock the fucking pain right out.
I don't even want to be conscious.
But everyone can continue on telling me what they think is best for me, what will work for me, how I'm going to be fine and get through it.
Not one person walks in my fucking shoes. not one. Don't tell me what you think. Fuck you.
I know what's going on. I know what I'm fighting. And if i come out the other side, IT'S BECAUSE I FUCKING DID IT MYSELF. Not because anyone convinced me it was what was best for me. It will be MY decision. And if i don't, SAME THING.
And you know what? I'm allowed to fucking hurt. Be like a glow stick... you gotta be broken to glow. Well yeah, I AM FUCKING BROKEN RIGHT NOW. Completely broken.
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