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[her-disease.livejournal.com]

For a while I thought I was going to die.Planned it all out.Said my good-byes.And then I woke up.Feeling like I drank five bottles of wine.I knew I didn't take enough to kill me, just sedate me to fuck. It was the nearest I've ever come to ending it.

I feel like a failure and a poser.Clinging onto something I don't have any faith in anymore.

I am very tired.I am not really here anymore.