I wish I had never left for Thanksgiving. I wish things could be back to the way they were before, during the first few months we all lived here. I want to hurt myself. I want to hurt myself to ease this pain. I keep thinking Friday is two days. TWO DAYS. TWO DAYS. I can do it.
Fridays is in two days.
We said the rules, we stated the policies. Don't USE ME! STOP! My pain is unbearable. My dreams are being killed. My comforts for everyday are on fire. Cooking is no longer sacred. My items are being pilaged. STOP THIS! Friday is only two days away.
Can I really sleep like this? Sleep is the only definate thing right now in my life. I can't concentrate and the only place I feel remotely happy or human is at school. To get to school I have to get up and walk out of this apartment. The courage and strength is unbelieveable. One cannot conceive the fear in my heart when I hear my phone vibrate every morning.
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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