Then i sit in my room and devise ways to hurry up and get to the dying part. I go through the same list every night, hoping someone will barge through the door asking me to stop but no one ever does.

So then, once again, i am left to my lonesome, trying to make myself become somebody im not,heal these wounds, shade these scars, make my heart full again, even if it is missing some pieces.

Maybe someday i will become that person that i've always wanted to become.

From now on, its probably best advised that you always assume the exact opposite of me. It will make things easier for yourself.

I dont want you to think i am a fuckup.

i dont want to drive you away.

i just want you to take me for all my bruises, bumps and scars and help me try to heal them

instead of turning me away.

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