boys in fights: I hate you, man, fuck you.
girls in fights: Your eyes are uneven and you're fat and you're an attention whore and you're dumb and I bet the only reason you have good grades is because you sleep with your teachers. Also, I had sex with your boyfriend. And also I deleted you off facebook and unfollowed you and I hope you live alone for the rest of your life and even your cats run away from you. PS your mom is sleeping with her yoga teacher. Bye, cunt.

I hate that moment when you seem to be getting better. You seem to have it all together for once. You seem to be content for once. You actually smile because you want to. Then, little things happen and they get to you. They eat at you. It’s only slight at first; just ticking away at your barriers. But, then, in that one moment, you lose it all. And you can’t control anything. You feel dizzy and dark. Lost and confused. Hopeless. And you have absolutely no one to talk to, because you feel like this parasite that can’t be dealt with any longer. You lie on your floor, shaking. Sobbing. Your eyes, face, and stomach burning. And you fall for the billionth time.

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