I hope you heard me slam my door. I hope you feel my anger. Can't you see I want to get better? I eat because of pain. But now your words make me want to stop. They make me want to cry. They make me want to bite my skin till I bleed. God I hate feeling this way.
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Weird Times
RandomWell it's just about my weird ass life, so I guess its a blog lmao
