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1:40amknockoutknockoutsticktogether.
My hands are shaking again, and my veins itch.
I would rather sleep after the bathroom blackout, but I keep myself up with unnecessary things.

My stomach is seizing and lurching, and my throat is on fire.
Tomorrow I will fill my burning insides with gasoline.

Too many patterns in this hotel room. I've had too much today, but I will undoubtedly have more. I don't see sleep in the future.

Concern yourself with other people's lives, when your own isn't good enough.

I can barely breathe. I taste blood. I don't wanna get old. Promise to kill me when I become incapacitated and wrinkled.

I'm afraid to go home. My dad isn't there.

Sure and insecure. Not in you, in myself. I will never understand what could make someone love me. What makes anyone wanna be around me? I don't even wanna be around me. Cig break. Weed break. Rest.