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I'm doing all I can so why is it that that doesn't seem like enough. Or feel like enough? I don't know but I'm so close to letting this all be over that it's fucked. Today I thought about what it would be like to slit my wrists like 4 times. The bad/good thing about it, is I'd never actually do it anyway. But I'm going crazy again. I'm so empty inside and so blah that I feel completely helpless.
Why do I keep putting myself where everything is in my hands? I can't handle this.
TRuE RoK!,
DoRk A$$
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