1:08 p.m. --- blood --- 2004-07-26

it's all i smell. lurking at the corners of my chapped mouth. all i can taste is blood and my vision almost seems to be going pink.

i want to die. i don't know where all this came from but... i really hate myself to the point of death.

i'm off to go plot my own death. whether i go through with it (while unlikely) is completely up to chance. i am going crazy.


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