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I am not the heroine of this story. And I'm not trying to be cute. It's the truth. I'm diagnosed borderline and seriously fucked-up. I hold grudges. I bottle my hate until it ferments into poison, and then I get high off the fumes. I'm completely dysfunctional and that's the way I like it, so don't expect a character arc where I finally find Redemption, Growth, and Change, or learn How to Forgive Myself and Others.
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mental-illness
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I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed and sung me moonstruck, kissed me quite insane. And before you think that's cheesy,that's Sylvia Plath. Google her, young Padawan.
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Suicide isn't really about death, though. It's about change. Release.
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Leah Raeder |
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Then I put the hot barrel beneath my chin. "No." Zoeller lurched toward me, eyes wide. "No, Laney." I curled my finger around the trigger and he froze. I could see his white sclera. I'd never seen him frightened. I was only half-serious but his fear made it feel suddenly real. "Don't," he said. "This is all I want. It's all I can think about." "It's defeat. You're too strong for this." "No I'm not." I laughed, the muzzle digging into the so..
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