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Totally fucked up. Finally.

And all I can think of is "Nothing hurts when you're dead."
Everything will be fine then.
So much pressure. So much pressure. I can't stand it.
I need blood, I need to see blood.
That fat fucking pig needs to bleed. She needs to fucking lose blood now that she isn't even losing weight.
Lose weight, lose blood and finally lose your life.
DIE, bitch. DIE.


1 Kommentar:

Structure hat gesagt…

I wish you would find a reason that makes you want to live.
It hurts to read those words, and maybe, hurts even more that there is nothing I can do to help you. =(

Much love
Emaschi