| Current mood: |  enraged |
| Current music: | silence |
-he comes in the house, throwing his bags against the floor in anger, he plops down on the couch and grabs the remote flipping through the channels, he takes his ringing cell phone from his pocket and throws it against the floor as it shatters. He groans and then rips the bandages from his wrist, looking down at the deep gash- what are you fucking doing to yourself chris...you gotta knock this shit off -he lies face down on the couch and mumbles- who gives a fuck if your still alive, you're just a psycho now, thats all their ever gunna look at you as, so you might as well give up and let it take over you -he starts to cry and reaches into his bag popping 2 of his pills into his mouth-
im going to the moutains this weekend with paige..we'll be back monday night so yea bye
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