i cant fuckin stand this house anymore and mom doesnt care because she lives 2000 miles away, a long trip if you travel by jetplane, and with her i am out of sight out of mind.

but i cant help but think still that nobody wants me around.

i started cutting myself again because alan had a demonstration [he was drunk] and said not to slice straight across because that doesnt really do anything, but if you slice at an angle, vertically, you hit all the major veins.

then he talked about shoving a knife through his skull.

anyways.

those are my thoughts for now, everyone hates me.

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