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tired of barely holding on,
to something that's already gone.
tired of being the one who's in this all alone.

entries about chat links



had enough
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please don't throw me away...
Monday, 31 August 2009 // 22:26

Rachel smiles. It's the rubber mask smile, and I shut my mouth, bend my head and hit my forehead against my knees, hard.

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

This is what she wanted, and I walked right into it. She taunted me on purpose so I would slash back.

She used me, just like she uses a rusty nail or a wood sliver or the Swiss Army knife, and


I let her.

-Rune Michaels, Genesis Alpha -- Josh Seville [page 99]

oh and Rachel self-mutilates. maybe I should do that sometime. I don't know, I'm feeling really emo over some stupid thing which I'm not even really sure about.

that's all I can think of to post now. i'm gonna go do my tuition homework as some kinda escape and maybe I'll regain my mood to rant about my sucky grades.

I don't answer. I don't know. I don't know anything.

-[page 124]