I'm dying from these exit wounds.
Don't feel so good, guys.
I dont know. Drama will always be my best friend but recently I think my enemy has become myself. Because I've confused myself with all these lies and secrets and fake--
Um.
Yea.
Look, the point is.
This couple of days have been pretty hard on me. And I know others have obviously got it MUCH worse than me. But I am mentally weak. Not only that, but I'm a wimp (I admit) and I'm a totally wuss.
I'm just afraid of what might be lying ahead.
Marks of battle, they still feel raw.
A million pieces of me.. on the floor.
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