August 12/2000
I stop talking to people for ages. Drift away. Stay silent.
Stay away. I wonder if they think I've killed myself. No, they
do think that, and they worry. I hope that they wonder if it
was their fault. I hope they feel guilty, and ashamed, hurt and
abandoned. Do they wonder if
they made me do it? I hope they wonder if they could have done
something. Just like how I wonder the same things about them everyday.
She's so fucking stupid. Leave me alone. LEAVE ME ALONE. You have no
idea how much I hate you. I'm scared to tell you, because then
I'll have to talk to you.
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