| i should resist the urge to hug them to my oily adolescent face,
but they're a part of me, insofar as i'll get my oils on them when we hug
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| nobody reads this anymore, so i thought i'd say some very private
things that are on my mind. i think that death ultimately renders life
devoid of meaning. ruby gave me some antidepressants but they didnt
make me feel any better. if death will eventually rob me of existence
anyway, why not just end it now so i don't have to anguish over it? i
don't want to die though.
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| hey boys and girls, let's commit mass suicide on upper sproul tomorrow!
sick of life's shit? insecurity? love life (or lack thereof)? school
shitting you? friends pissing you off? let's do it!
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