I don't need this, i'm perfectly fine. I'm healthy!!!

Ok, I want to die, but who won't?

I showed her a poem I wrote today. It's called "blodet og meg". She started to cry when she read it. I was so ashamed! She started to cry!! WTF! It's a terrible poem and I can't write but she started to cry because I'm so clever, or so she said....

Haha, but she still think I only cut myself superficial, and she thinks I got a flu, not that I abuse my medicine.

Bitch!!!

She's so easy to fool... trallalla... I'm gonna die from my illness, not today and not tomorrow, but I'm gonna die. Hopefully from a heart attack or a kidney failure, cause my kidneys are diminished of all the travel sickness pills I've taken lately.

Why do I do this to myself?

before - after

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