February 2012
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it’s been the same routine for eight months too long. i can go a few hours, even days, without thinking about it. sometimes, in those short spans of time, i can even think about it and not let it get to me. numb is familiar; numb is a blanket. then all the blood rushes back to my head and i sink into my bed wishing it was over already. i don’t want this anymore. i’m tired of...
