15 Oct

i’m am so charismatically unhappy… that i could dig the flesh away from my bones with a sharp #2. sometime, more than a few times, i wonder what it would be like to go back to the beginning, before the despair -before I was too young to know what real tragedy felt like, and choose something else for myself. sometimes, i just want to cry until i dehydrate myself and i want to exhale until my lungs go empty.

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