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I think it’s safe to say I hate where I stand. I think I’m losing the person I enjoyed being and who people enjoyed being with. I am in constant disagreement with myself and sometimes it’s not even bearable.

• Unfold an oragami death mask
• and cut my DNA with rubber traits
• Pull apart the double helix like a wishbone
• Always be working on a suicide note

All I know is this 5am dark bullshit wake up call needs to stop.

What the fuck

Every single time

I’m in the mood to do something positive or productive it suddenly becomes impossible or something breaks or something doesn’t fit or my mom fucks it up. Yes I realize I’m acting like an angry middle schooler but this is so often true.

Hi again 5am

The only way I can describe what just happened

Is that I woke up to my thoughts screaming at me.

Terrified

God damn. FUCK! I hate awkwardly waiting around during a college event with all the college people that are cute and know each other.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4x23l6BGu3w&feature=youtube_gdata_player