I want to die. I can't take mean emails from her. I don't know what to do. I'm wandering around and I can't focus on anything. I don't feel like crying. I feel like tearing my insides up and cutting them out.
Some boring tidbits that I scribble down whenever I feel like it, usually when I'm on the verge of crying. Nothing much of interest here.
I want to die. I can't take mean emails from her. I don't know what to do. I'm wandering around and I can't focus on anything. I don't feel like crying. I feel like tearing my insides up and cutting them out.
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