my lips are bleeding. they put me in this contraption that holds my lips open and they made me bite down on a piece of rubber. for 50 minutes.

i have to clean my room...i don't wanna. i wonder if holly is alive.

i went to therapy today. we talked about death. and suicide. and cutting. and boyfriends. and sleeping

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she treats me like a kid. but i made sure she noticed that i'm not a dumbfuck.

although my mom thinks i am too.