It's usually never one thing that sets them off. Its a a bunch of lottle things that build up. And it build up until you can barely breathe, till your gasping for air, till you cant take it anymore.
My name is _____ ______, im _____teen years old. I live in CA. I am emotionay unstable and i a bit insane. But then again, who isnt?
Lyk writing, it clears my mind and helps me remember...
but somtyms i want to get away, escape the constant pounding in my head, the aches and pains, to diasppear into my own world and hopefully never come back...
but i always snap back to the painfull reality. theres nothing i can do, nobody to help me. but its okay. im used to it. quietly suffering by myself. because only i can walk this path. i must always walk alone on my lonely road forever
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