I gave blood today.
But I want to give more...
I want to drain out, because the more blood I give the better it feels. I feel like I'm awake for once. And then after that feeling comes the immense wealth of fatigue.
I never get tired...
Its not fair.
I can't stand you when you complain. I can't stand you when you rationalize. I can only stand you when you are abstract, when you fail to make sense. You are strongest when you aren't yourself.
Because I...
I am weak.
You are weak
I have been rereading Sophie's World. Best book I could buy with $4. I now own two copies of that book just because.
I want to bleed.
I don't know what is going through my head. I'm a weakling when it comes to cutting and starving. Its just... this weird restlessness. I don't hear voices in my head, but I do feel the urges. And I interpret those...
I don't know what I can believe.
I don't know.
I want to be my impulses more than I want to be me...
Is there something wrong with that?
Stay Beautiful
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