Diet.

2.9

I long to be loved by those who destroy me. I want to be above those who loathe me and I constantly resist the temptation of giving up.

I wish that I had some say so over my feelings instead of everyone pulling at my heart strings and placing knives to my neck.

It's hard to breathe when all people do is suffocate me and sometimes I wish that I could slowly disappear.

Oh, Nevermind. Eventually I will.

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