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Loving friends is all you need
No it's not. Everyone says how loving friends is all that matters but it's not. The way my mind works is I don't remember the people who call me beautiful or smart, I remember the ones that didn't. I say it to myself, once I took a sharpie and marked everything I hated about myself while I sat in front of the mirror crying. Then I took the sharpest blade I could find and dragged it across my palm to make sure it would do the job. And I went over all 72 marks of sharpie. That's just physically. I still have some scars from it, who's gonna look at that and say "beautiful, smart, perfect," the truth is no one will. I'm so far gone, messed up in my own shit that I'm never gonna be happy again. Plastic smiles hide it for a while. Keep your eyes dry, wrists clean. They won't ask questions trust me.
I made that up in the damn 6th grade!
You can't save me.
No one can save me.