Sally - 3/29/16
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I feel like I'm Sally from the movie "Tim Burton: The Nightmare Before Christmas" because when I fuck up I fall down and break apart. So I HAVE TO sew myself back together and if not people will really see who I am and I don't want that. And so I start sewing myself together and I stab my arm, my leg, ankle, and etc. And due to that you can see my scars. I feel don't the needle penetrating through my skin anymore because now I use to fucking up and sewing myself back together with a sharp pointed needle i don't take inconsideration if I'm happy, sad, or even tired of fucking up myself and once so perfect skin my whole body is numb. "Oh shit I hear people's footsteps!" "Oh... What was that!?" I look down and see the needle in my finger "Why did I feel that?" "You know I'm gonna stop sewing myself because I don't get a fuck what people think of me" A long pause "yes I do!!" I rapidly start to sew myself back together. And i get up clean the blood and carry on with my day until i fuck up again.
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