Another fight, another tear, another bruise, another scare. I wonder when it'll stop, I wonder if this is punishment for my behavior. I know I deserve every single name that I'm called I know I deserve every word that is harshly thrown my way, every single time. Everything that's wrong in my life is my fault. My fault I can't deal with it. My fault I made them mad. My fault I said the wrong thing. My fault I walked away at the wrong time. It's all my fault and I'm not going to blame anyone else for my mistakes. I won't stop making these mistakes. I know this, no matter how hard I try, it'll never stop. There is still one mistake I long to do, my final and most painful of mistakes. My own termination, no more me to make stupid mistakes, no more me to fuck up, I guess I only wonder who will get to me first, will myself finally convince me to end my life, or will someone else do it for me?
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Parts of my soul
AcakThis is just a collection of little pieces of my mind in story from that I can never finish or make better, so this will probably suck but if you read it then you can't make mean comments because I suck
