Cry for help

I really would do anything right now to make this go away.  Or for that matter my wrist stop hitting the track pad and the courser stop jumping. I want to die that is all there is too it. Yes I am completely batshit crazy but the fun happy dancing around in bright colours crazy. I am the crazy that gets you killed in the big city at night. I am the crazy that people who hunt other people look for and I am the crazy that dies in dark alleys behind dumpsters. I am the crazy that exists because there is noone there that understands or cares. I am the crazy that hurts all the time and hates to wake up and I am the crazy that is going to take a bunch of pills which I know will make me sleep but hope will kill me. I am the crazy that you never want to find outside your door. 542842_430185737066188_818774306_n

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About Killingdanse

I am the girl that was pretty but too smart. I am the girl that you sat and discussed horror movies, sci-fi novels, and molecular genetics with but were scared of because sometimes you saw the darkness peak out from inside me.
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  1. Pingback: It’s 3AM and yeah….I’m blogging. | Read it to absorb my awesomeness

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