Fucked up journal

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I saw this thing on tumblr. It said we are all suicidal children telling other suicidal children not to commit suicide when truly all we want to do is do the same. It's true but I like living it's nice. But I think what is so thrilling about death is that it's unknown. I always seemed the adventurous type, climbing trees and stuff like that yaknow? I want to know what comes next and one day I'll find out but for the time being I'm staying for my girlfriend and blue and all the others who 'need' me. Blues been getting bad and I need to give her a hug because I did something stupid the other night and I need to get it out of my system I guess. Voices scream at me now it hurts. I loved talking to people about their problems but now it just hurts because all I can think is what if I'm not here to help them. A friend of mine showed me her arms, to put it bluntly they're fucked up. But she's my closest friend and like my little sister. I said "I'm sorry I wasn't there to stop you. " Then cried into her shoulder. I hate my friends being upset but in the end the world we live in is fucked and the people in it are the cause. I need to get out of the labyrinth and there's one escape but I'll try and find alternatives first. I love my friends if your reading this you mean so much to me and I'd take every bad day and bad memory and every cut and tear and bad experience and take them myself just to give you all one good day. I love you all and I'd kill for you. Sleep well turtles x x x

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