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I just want my anchor to come and keep me here.

This stress has sent me down a bad path again. To think I thought my scars were staring to fade. What good will come from my actions? Nothing. Why do I do it? Punishment for the stupid feelings I feel. No one wants a girl who can't even smile.


A broken doll.

I'm foolish to ever think I can attain someone I can trust. I guess the kind of the guys attracted to me is a directed reflection of myself. That would mean I am a good for nothing, pot smoking dumbass. Why can't I find someone good? Because you're not worthy of that kind of treatement

I deserve to be beaten and abused. What goes around comes around, no?

There you go again, putting yourself down. No wonder no one likes you. Pathetic. Horrible. Disgusting piece of white trash. You're the only one saying these things, you only have yourself to blame.

When I say I'm tired, I mean I want to disappear from this society. Permanmently.

I'm just an emo pile of s**t.

I'm never going to find someone that isn't a pot head.

Patience, Patience, Patience you're gonna say. Don't look and it will come. If you look for it it won't come. Either way it won't come.


So much for using my studies to get rid of this feeling.

I hate this more than I hate myself right now.

Yes. Shoot me.