Not feeling like P Diddy. Well that is unless P Diddy wakes up every morning to the sound of his own mind saying "kill yourself" repeatedly.
Fuck. I look in the mirror, and I don't know who the hell the person is staring back at me. It's a stranger. I've become a stranger to myself. Not just that, I want him to die. I want to kill him. He does not deserve to live.
I want to stop waking up.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
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