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hands blue. legs grey. arms purple. baggy clothes is a must. i hate parties.

ran out of regular milk but had so much more bowl to fill...chocolate milk found.this tastes horrid.yummy!

I could scrub away patches of my skin and chunks of my bones, but I'll still be as filthy as you left me. another reminder of something everyone already keeps showing me. why do I have to remain complacent in your bias ? 

woke up... wanting to go back to sleep. this is the worst. scrounging for food time! 

at the moment i feel loved. i cant feel my arm again. my heart is getting pinched. theres no one else here at the moment. they will be though. it doesnt matter if i want it or not. i dont know for sure. its warm and cold. does it matter? i'll know soon. i dont know if i want to know. it wont change. at the moment i am more at ease than scared.jlUlNqoqAwpcxQaxLvbJ9lhqbJAlwlGlekvqaJqc

just fought the meow meow gonna become a malewife

i like high school. like, it's the best time of my life. now i have real friends, more 'special' subjects such as physics and maths.. and i really enjoy doing homework! but! i always procrastinate when it comes to literature, languages, social science etc. just don't know how to get a grip and just do it. but i need it. ugh :(

Seriously

   and you just can't leave this alonei wish i knew how to leave things be and just go on with life but i am stupid

ive written about you before, in pages of notebooks and pieces of paper that are in my room, in school papers that have won awards and are hung in places for people to see, in lines of poetry that are inked in the bodies of people i dont know. ive made u immortal.

Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over,                                                       it turned into a butterfly.

its truly something about it. i hate it so bad, every part of me hates it. i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate it but adore it just as much if not more

THIS CLOWN TAKE MY SHOES AFTER I TOLD HIM HE SMELL FUNNY!!!!!! That sh*t was funny as hell and I made his nose naturally red too so that punk should pay me

There’s not a word that exists that could describe this feeling. I find myself disappearing. My self fluctuating between the present and the stillness. What is left behind in my form ?

Forgetting you will be                                    my first death...