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"Work. Fucking pens. It's Almost six am. I slept for about an hour or so. I hate having weird drams, though kissing *, while watching some chinese samurai movie felt right. Fuck. *'s not worth the strain. What am I doing today? I think it's Friday. My stomach hurts. I haven't eaten in about thirty hours. I can't think straight. Ooh, new Teen Titans at six:thirty pm. My eyes are s p l i t t i n g. Maybe I should go back to sleep. But I don't want to continue on with nonsensicle dreams about girls lips. Damn it. My hand is fucking pierced in pain again**. My joints and muscles are burning, melting away my veins until my skin's numbed and my blood starts to boil. My tears even scold. But what do you care? And did you ever? I know you said so, but I'm sure you've said the same thing to a few boys. You were one of only a few people that I ever really trusted with my words and my mind. You just whore yourself into fucking sympathy and into shitty relationships, denying yourself any respect. Maybe I'm always missing something but at least I fucking cared, truly, for you. How many times had I waited to keep you company, wanting nothing in return? How many fucking hours did I waste with my mouth shut, instead of screaming my affections? Perhaps lips mean nothing to you or I just suck, but you never mentioned it. You've pretty much ginored me since- GET OVER IT. No one's worth losing stability over. Least of all, you. I wish that I were actually tired enough to fall back asleep. All I want is to sleep. This is idiotic."

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"Work. Fucking pens. It's Almost six am. I slept for about an hour or so. I hate having weird drams, though kissing *, while watching some chinese samurai movie felt right. Fuck. *'s not worth the strain. What am I doing today? I think it's Friday. My stomach hurts. I haven't eaten in about thirty hours. I can't think straight. Ooh, new Teen Titans at six:thirty pm. My eyes are s p l i t t i n g. Maybe I should go back to sleep. But I don't want to continue on with nonsensicle dreams about girls lips. Damn it. My hand is fucking pierced in pain again**. My joints and muscles are burning, melting away my veins until my skin's numbed and my blood starts to boil. My tears even scold. But what do you care? And did you ever? I know you said so, but I'm sure you've said the same thing to a few boys. You were one of only a few people that I ever really trusted with my words and my mind. You just whore yourself into fucking sympathy and into shitty relationships, denying yourself any respect. Maybe I'm always missing something but at least I fucking cared, truly, for you. How many times had I waited to keep you company, wanting nothing in return? How many fucking hours did I waste with my mouth shut, instead of screaming my affections? Perhaps lips mean nothing to you or I just suck, but you never mentioned it. You've pretty much ginored me since- GET OVER IT. No one's worth losing stability over. Least of all, you. I wish that I were actually tired enough to fall back asleep. All I want is to sleep. This is idiotic."