April 15.
I don't care.
Pick it up, pick it up
April 25.
I don't get it...
I've thought about it...
I always think about it...
That's the only thing I can do.
Can't do anything right.
I mean... what...
Why does it have to hurt so... much
It's like... I'm still here
Whatever... screw me... what's the point.
Think, think, bloody think... that's all I can do...
Pick it up, pick it up
April 25.
It's retarded...
I don't bloody get...
"I stillscratch that love you but I don't want you"?! ugh... what?
Whatever... I'm tired of all this. So tired...
Pick it up, pick it up
April 25
It's tearing me apart.
Can't sleep
Can't eat right.
I mean... I let my friends see me cry...
Weak and stupid... that's all I am
You know what? I give up on myself...
I never learn.
I can't pick it up, I just can't














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