Out of one's mind before one's time.

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04/23/12

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04/21/12

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04/21/12

I don’t regret things. I think it’s pointless. I don’t regret drinking and being too intoxicated to stop them from taking advantage of me. It haunts me, I cry about it, but I don’t regret it. And yet I regret dating you. That just shows how horrible of a person you truly are.

04/20/12

Sometimes I wonder who I really am. Without the meds, without the anxiety, without the depression and the memories. But when I don’t take the pills, I hate the useless, quivering person I become. I can’t erase what happened. I’m not getting better. Maybe this is who I am now. Forever.

04/18/12

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04/18/12

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04/18/12

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04/18/12

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LUNA!

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04/18/12

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04/18/12

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04/18/12

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04/18/12

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04/18/12

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04/18/12

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04/18/12

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Out of one's mind before one's time.

PLEASE FOLLOW MY POETRY BLOG! Just started it. http://perfectprisonpoetry.tumblr.com/ Thanks. <3

I don’t regret things. I think it’s pointless. I don’t regret drinking and being too intoxicated to stop them from taking advantage of me. It haunts me, I cry about it, but I don’t regret it. And yet I regret dating you. That just shows how horrible of a person you truly are.

Sometimes I wonder who I really am. Without the meds, without the anxiety, without the depression and the memories. But when I don’t take the pills, I hate the useless, quivering person I become. I can’t erase what happened. I’m not getting better. Maybe this is who I am now. Forever.

Myself.

Hooooooooookah.

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