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My mom won't give me 10 dollers. I think I'll go cut myself now. It's this only thing that works anymore. Woe is me.
::;;;::^~^~*~*~*~I am a whore for you to fuck*~*~*~*^~^~^~^::;;:::
Peace.
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Thursday, January 20th, 2005
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Dude, I have no life.
I'll start posting some of my art soon.
Bye </3
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Tuesday, January 18th, 2005
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Man, this icon I have is triggering. I think I might go complain to that girl who made it, but I'll just get shot down just like every time before in my life. What is life? It's just an endless abyss full of misery --;. I wonder why I go on sometimes.
Btw, I wrote a poem
Can't Go On
I can't go on
Cut my wrist
Just let me go
I think it's pretty good. Tell me what you think of my musings.
Sorry guys, my knife is calling.
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Well, here I am. Like sucks.
This journal should distract me from my sharp objects.
-_-
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