June 13, 2010 § Leave a comment

It’s an odd middle, perhaps the oddest I’ve ever experienced. Too attached to life and the people in it to self harm, yet displeased enough with most of those people that you simply don’t wish to live. You want to find some illusive third option, the one that only exist in the scariest of horror stories or the most fantastic of success stories.


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