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I think: this is what I will miss. I will kill myself rather than miss it. I think: how long do we have?

Fiona!

Depression is four hydrocodones, two x pills, and a poetry show. Feeling like the biggest hypocrite in the world. It’s tears that will never fall from your cheek, fear of adding to the water that I’m already chin-deep in... Yeah, I wanna die, but not that way. Maybe Kurt Cobain-like, possibly Chris Benoit-type, partly Chris Farley.

"Once I thought I found love, but then I realized I was just out of cigarettes."

[...] With souls unpurged and steadfast breath, They supped the sacrament of death. And for each one, far off, apart, Seven swords have rent a woman's heart.

دیروز کارت سه‌جام جلوی چشمم تبدیل شد به یک مهمونی فوق‌العاده‌ که نمی‌تونم باور کنم تونست انقدر عجیب باشه.