Writing in Blood
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I feel numb, tired like I could sleep forever. Of course sleep would solve nothing so I sit here writing. I feel ugly and fat but not motivated enough to do anything. Because I know that I will help myself for a week and then simply drop off and disappoint myself all over again. So I sit here writing. I want to pass school with flying colors. To get a fantastic OP and be able to do anything I want. I should be looking over my work, reading and re-reading. But if I fail the disappointment will be too much. So I sit here writing. I feel bottled up. Like I’m about to explode I have too many emotions. I should scream or cry. But my family would find that strange. So I sit here writing. I want a boyfriend. Someone to hold me, keep me safe. But my inner beauty isn’t enough. So I sit here writing. I want to become someone famous and rich, very rich. But to do that you need a real job and I don’t know what I want to do with my life. So I sit here writing. I don’t want to live. Life is far too difficult. No one can help me. I am alone. So I sit here bleeding.

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