I'm quite hungry. I'm fed up with being smart but not intelligent. Sensible. So fuck this, I am doing my fucking work and then I'm going to the library and becoming a smart ass bitch. When I came home today I looked a lot prettier. I really like this kid. But just because I truthfully mean no harm by him doesn't mean harm won't come. We're not the only two factors. But I guess for as long as we can, we'll just be. I can't remember half the stuff you said to me when I was always half asleep or hungover, but you can tell me again. It's all good. We can go smoke cigarettes and drink cocktails and act like things are simple for a bit. Maybe they really are. I don't know. I won't get my hopes up. Sometimes I really want to kill myself, hurt myself. Other times, I am fine. Who knows what is so weird about me. I'm still really hungry, I'm going to eat something and hopefully sleep soon. I need to study tomorrow. Fuck training. Maybe. I don't know. Fuck this shit.
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