i guess it was only a dream. but i did fall in love with you.

i like you because you really hurt me.

you really hurt me because i like you.

i'm just not myself anymore lol.

i've planned out my death though. i'll do it where i died emotionally and mentally and all that other shit. better yet if i could just cut off all my limbs and put them in all those place lmao idk.

there is no doubt that i am being directly influenced by stream-of-consciouness punctuation-less capital-letter-less misanthropic african-american bloggers who enjoy hip-hop basketball and menswear. yeah idk. unoriginal.

social suicide.... complete

am i dead yet?

no?

k back to sleep

fuck.

i just don't want to live.

away from home, lock my self in my room, don't eat.

only care about one thing and achieving that one thing even if it's not in my health's favour.

depression?

nope, school.

"self-inflicted gunshot wound"