This is one of the first days in a number of weeks that I haven't felt it imperative to kill myself. I felt obligated. Like it was my duty because I was ruined. I don't know if I want this day to be a first of many because I don't want to let myself accept myself easily.
ANYTIME I find myself scuffling for words, and drawing blanks, I feel I almost should die. I can't live with nothing in my head.
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