Fucking Hell. Nobody understands what it's like to not want to go to sleep but not want to wake up in the morning either. Or be in a blinding rage for apparently no reason, or know what that sneery horrible voice does in my brain. FUCK YOU. I fucking hate you and wish you were dead, but not nearly as much as I wish I was dead. And when I am, you better not fucking be there.
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