Well, I haven't posted on here or replied to anyones post in a long while. I'm sorry about that, I've just been trying not to think about anything I guess, distance myself from my life and try to escape. I've done that a lot, it never seems to work. So I don't know anymore. I don't know if I care. I don't think I'm any happier or better off without all the drugs and cutting I used to do. A while ago I had slipped up and took a couple vicodin and did some heroin with a friend, it was nice for a while and than I felt absolutely horrible, go figure. So I don't even know why I'm posting I just want to I guess. I'm losing sight of the point of it all I guess. I don't get why life has to be so hard. I don't understand why all this shit gets thrown my way, I think I must've done something to deserve it.
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