It’s my fault. My fault for being so fucked up. I have no blades. No lighters. No scissors. No razors. No knives. All I have is paracetamol. I know I’m going inpatient in two days. Actually it’s tomorrow now. But I can’t stand this. I need to get away from this life.
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…and I’ve got a manky scab on my knuckle, all because of that plain jacket potato.
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I wonder how many people will not realize what this represents. Reblog if you do.
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For those who cannot seem to grasp the notion that protein exists outside of dead animal flesh.
thiiiss
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5 mins away from the hospital :’( no no no no no NO :(
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