is it really worth what we do to ourselves?
i'm amost tired enough to just let go. hating myself for all my stupid mistakes and for the people who just can't seem, for all their trying, to help me. and it's all going down into the pitch black darkness or that abandon to the sweetest ave maria's... i hate this world and how i've come to live in it. and i swear if i pick up another razor blade, i'll be lucky if all i need is stitches.
goodnight.
goodnight.
posted by lisa at 4:55 AM
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Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
--Dorothy Parker: American poet, short story writer, drama critic, screenwriter, and wit, member of the Algonquin Round Table in New York. She died of natural causes at the age of 74 in 1967.
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