New Final

You just said the best idea ever.
I know you're complaining about the sexuality in this world, but come on!
A human vibartor.
This is the best idea ever.

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I'm bored...
With life.

I don't even enjoy music anymore.

It sucks.
I should try to find new music.
The old ones are just hurting my brain.
I don't know how to describe it, but it's more pain than pleasure.

Okay.
I just can't hear music anymore.

I blame school.
For putting songs as the bell's ring.

This is truly awful to try to concentrate without laughing in a test while Friday is played in the background.
I want to murder everybody there.
I hate those songs.
Like it's not enough that half from my school time is pop music, and they sing like it's fucking real life Glee, you had to shove it to my ears more.

If you want to cause me real pain, you can call Ram, and tell them that I do problems and they should kick me out.
It's working better to cause me pain like this.

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I don't want to do it anymore.

It sucks.

My only ways to deal emotions, is self-destructive way.
Or eating.
Or cutting.
And then there are cycles.
Because if I'll do one I will start to feel guilty, then I'll panic and be so stressed that it will be dangerous, then, with all the emoiotnal wave of stress, I'll have to deal with it again.

I hate it!
I can't wait to get out of here.

Have my prettiest years, and then be a responsible parent with somebody.


I feel like life is worthless.

I have a new final line.
Deal with it.
I know I can't.
But I hope you can understand the meaning.
I'll tell you it next week, but most chances I'll break and tell you it.


Don't forget to check the skeletons you carry in you closet before you judge the monsters under my bed.