I'm at a lost for words.it
I have, again nothing to say.
No idea that's running through my mind.
Their hasn't been for over a month.
I'm tired.
That's all I really got for the month I disappeared.
I'm tired of everything.
I don't wanna be here, but I don't wanna die.
I tired to force myself to throw up not long ago. It was the first time I ever tried.
It didn't work.
I haven't did it again.
It scares me that I tried.
Wow I'm really fucked up.
I relapsed twice.
I was doing good but things got bad again.
They always get bad.
I'm sorry, this is bad.
I'm not amazing with words.
Their all good inside my mind, but I find it hard getting them out of there.
I don't know why I'm apologizing, this is my thoughts, and this is a thought.
Things aren't okay with me.
I'm not really as okay anymore.
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