And I need to be writing it here - the kids don't care and that bothers me.
In a way, I moved locations with my words so people would love me.
I did.
I figured, well, I'm not getting any attention over here so I'll go over there.
And now that I'm back to cutting up my arm, I'm back here with allllll the demons.
Bring it on. My entire self, hurts.
And I love that.
Oops, no progress there.
I'm bitter.
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