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Okay so right now I am TOTALLY depressed because of a boy, the one reason I swore to myself I'd never be depressed from. DoUsHe bag. I've been bidding my time, here and there, traveling over the summer. Listening to a lot of music, writing poems, I won't post them online because I don't want people to steal them as their own, aSsHoLeS who don't have any imagination or creativity. I honestly hate people like that and they make me mad and sad at the same time, I honestly am a morbid person, morbidly happy I guess, if that IS possible. Like one of my friends said, I like blood if it isn't my own or someone I know's. But I love learning of ways to die. (no I am not suicidal, anymore and I am not a cutter, ever...) Singing and drawing and writing keep me from focusing on the sHiTtY parts of my life, keep me from trying to kill myself. I think I'm starting to like this journal thing, I used to be like 'what the HeLl is this here for!?!?!?!?!' but now I'm thinking it's alright.
Oh well.......
MignomDinosaur