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Have you ever felt so ugly you wanted to die? Yeah me too.

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Kurt Cobain was an avid animal lover and even considered opening a petting zoo.

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Idk. I look worse than this irl.

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« If i can hear your music, it’s too loud. »

I sit and do my school work like my life depends on it because society made it so. I would rather not listen to a shit ton of people that don’t care and will never be apart of my life.

Don’t tell me to keep one bud in and the other out because last time I check it’s my shitty money paying for your job and it’s no impairing my work ethic, it is in fact improving it.

Don’t tell me that I think I’m a princess and I only care about myself when I can’t look at myself without crying EVERY SINGLE TIME. You people only care when we are dead.

I ran into a stall crying and you just stared at me then hesitantly went back to your phone so don’t pretend that you had no clue that the person that strung himself or took a dosage of life, wasn’t sad.

YOU SAID NOTHING.

You couldn’t look me in the eyes. Maybe you were afraid it would get you too, like a flea. You stay here for the funeral so you don’t look like a complete dick and cry like a little bitch because you invested all that time into one human and they didn’t make it.

I stay awake until 2:46 a.m. just to make sure I can stay alive for one more day because God knows you need me here for your own amusement. So you can have a life. So it doesn’t get you too.

SO IT DOESN’T GET YOU TOO.

Why is cutting such a big deal but bombing an entire Middle Eastern country normal? Why can’t I die, if it weren’t for him. If it weren’t for him I would exist. Is it bad or good?

I HAVE NO CLUE.

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“sext: sometimes i pray that your smile will remain immortal. sext: you look your prettiest when you aren’t thinking about being pretty. sext: the first time you wrote me poetry, it knocked my knees to the ground and nothing mattered but how good it felt to love you. sext: tell me about your day, i wanna hear your voice for a little while. sext: i told my mom about you yesterday, she already loves you so much. sext: i know you won’t be awake right now, but i just drove 4 hours to seattle and i wish you were here to bring the streets to life. sext: hey, i really fucking love you. sext: what songs do you write to? i need to feel something. sext: do you know what it really means to be alive? i don’t and i’ve been thinking about it for hours now. i hope we don’t really exist because i don’t want anything to matter. text me when you can- i’m having an existential crisis. sext: you smelled so sweet today and your hands were so much softer. have you been using a new body wash perhaps? sext: you’ve grown so much since the very first day we met. i’m completely enamored by you. sext: i’m on my way over- don’t say no. i’ll bring you homemade soup and i’ll bring plump tangerines too. sext: i miss you, please come home soon. sext: my dog misses you lots. sext: you feel like a forever. sext: i really fucking love you, okay?”

— foreplay. |(morsus engel)|

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