Thursday, 10 September 2009

• Sometimes, I wish people could know my thoughts.
  My fucked up, terrible ones.

  I just wish someone else would control me.

  Im tired of this.

  Let me fry my brain with some fucking acid, please?

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• YOU JUST DON'T GET IT.

  • 9:26 PM
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• Dear ______,

  Thanks for putting me on the shelf again. I think I'll go rip myself apart, and well, then you won't ever have to pick me up again. Y'all can just throw me out, I'm not hurt at all. I'm just tired of you only playing with me when you're upset, every once in a while.

  Thanks for helping with my giant metaphor, but FUCK OFF.

  Love,
  Madison

  • 9:22 PM
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• I think it's creepy that in the kinder eggs commercial, they say its made especially from little fingers.

   

  But all I want is someone to hold me, and let me cry into them.
  But that'll never happen.

  Ooh look, a shiny little rectangle.

  Ouch. It pricked me.

  I'm going to sleep for eternity.

   

  • 9:16 PM
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• Where did I go wrong?

  I'm losing everybody.

  It's all my fault.

  Everything's all my fault.

  And I'm just hanging here, suspended amongst everything, and nothing will ever go right.

  Fuck.

  • 9:13 PM
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