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We just got stupid fking smoothies and went to the Humane Society. I cried like half the time but I don’t think she even noticed because it was pretty much just her sitting at fking red lights.
I don’t want to live here either. I don’t know wtf is wrong with me. I was fking FINE before I got back on meds and now all I’m thinking about is dying while I’m counting my ribs in the mirror. I don’t know wtf to do. What DO I do?
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"I don't know what I'm looking for."
"Why not?"
"Because...because...I think it might be because if I knew I wouldn't be able to look for them."
"What, are you crazy?"
"It's a possibility I haven't ruled out yet,"
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