please die ana.
By Aixerona
(( if you could just leave me us alone. this isn't me it hasn't been ever since i met you. look at me. i can barely walk. look at what you're doing to me. i'd rather be dead than to loose my hard-earned thinness. is this even concievable? then why do i want you? why do i need you? yes, i need you. i. a m. m a d e. o f. y o u ))i've been crying. i'm a mess. i've been cutting. deeper, broken blade. it burns. fuck it. same old. but worse. not allowed online. (where my only friends are) (last place i have to hang on to) practically ever. i can't lose this diary. i go insane without the computer. jesusfuckingchrist. you know what she (mymom) said? 'you're only allowed online during the week-ends, yet you still manage to fail miserably, another month. now it's my job to keep you off the internet, that's what's making you fail.' i'm missing everyone like mad. in real life i walk alone. and afraid. cycle of misery. Written February 23rd, 2002 © on Feb 23 2002 12:33 PM PST, Sarah Bernard 0 • 10
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