2/11/18 // twelve

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i went to go shower because last night's bath wasn't really the most clean one i've ever taken. i know how disgusting it sounds, but it's hard for me to shower.

depression makes doing things a million times harder than it already is.

i just want to die already, but i already promised this thursday.

today is sunday.

the last sunday i'll ever experience.

i'll have to make it worth my while.

i stripped myself of my blood stained clothes and walked into the cold shower water.

ana says that cold showers can help me lose weight. sure, it may be painful for cold water to touch my slit skin, but it doesn't matter anymore.

i put shampoo in my hair and washed myself with a bar of soap.

yes, it hurts, but i let it hurt.

nothing hurts worse than knowing albert will never have the same feelings as me.

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