I'm stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid.
From the moment I saw Brandon the other day, I've been in one of those moods. The reckless depression. I feel fucking restless. I spent a $100 on fucking books in 20 minutes. I want to spend all my money, and bitch everyone out, and purposefully read end people while I'm driving, and get into a fist fight... and I'm so fucking happy right now that I don't have a razor or the means to self harm like I did in high school. I got rid of all that shit. And I'm glad for that.
But at least I'd have found some resolve to this shit besides what I just did.
I'm a fucking idiot.
Please for the love of god don't reply to that message.
XoXo,
S
but really, the thought of you not replying hurts so fucking much.
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