I know when I decide to go, I'll either OD on pills, or just crash into a hard wall. God I want the courage to do so, so bad. I want to not exist anymore. Sorry parents.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
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A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
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