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Crossing the boulevard this morning, I almost got hit by some idiot that tried to run a red light. Before he swerved, our eyes met and in that moment, I realized that I wasn't afraid to die. I sort of wanted him to hit me. The fact that I don't fear death makes me weaker than I thought I was.

The play's the thing
Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.

All lives end. All hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage.

I've lasted 161 days without cutting. I'm still unhappy most days but at least I don't have to worry about hiding any new cuts.

It's not the sadness that destroys you, that's just a side effect. It's the memories.

I refuse to be your last resort.

This is how it's always been; me, left alone while everyone around me moves on.

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.