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Saturday, March 5, 2005


   Pick up the gun.Hold it tight.Pull the trigger.Say good night.
jump off the window ledge
fall
tie the rope hold it hard
jump off the stool
say your prayers
slide the knife on the wrist
blood drips,nothing resists.

random poem."pick up the gun.hold it tight.pull the trgger.say good night."i wrote that at school when i found out my crush liked someone else.Stupid reason i know.but i'm only human.At this point of time,my hormones start acting up and i think it's ridiculus.I feel sick.Mitsuki's moving to New Zealand in december.I have chose to not feel anything as of now,numb and oblivious.But that feeling remains,Undoubtly loneliness.I'm sick of it,sick of writing in an inanimate object,telling it how my f-ing day went.It's a sorry excuse,but it's my own fault.I never opened up to anybody,not even my best friends.It's sad.Just...sad.Falling into the brink of depression sucks even more.

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