Saturday, 21 March 2009

Mutilation is the most sincere form of flattery.

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I want to die.

I love you all. You've been a tremendous help. Thanks. But this is something that must be done & on my own. So you won't find this until after i'm dead.
Don't blame Alex. It's not his fault. He just showed me detaching is wrong, & that i should appreciate life...but seeing as i don't i may aswell end it.
I couldn't be loved anyway.
I'm a suicidal nymphomaniac.
Self-harmers never have happy endings. Suicide is the only way.
I'm Sorry.
Jess.



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