What's the point in life when all you do is masticate, defecate, masturbate, procreate and wait for the cold grip of the grim reaper to clutch your shoulder and drag you off in the end? I know that's an overly simplified and pessemistic explaination to life, but fuck it...that's how I view life right now. It's been nearly a year since I became and stoped being a cutter, well, the addiction started again. I just couldn't hold off the urges that started a couple of months ago any longer. On top of that, it seems like my family don't talk to each other, go figure...and problems are mounting.
Mood: Feeling fucked up
Music: Tegan and Sara
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