tried to be someone else,
but this is who i really am inside.
i'm still counting down the days.
nat was right, i am fucking negative.
but then again, i can't seem to think positive.
swinging on the railings at ben house,
honestly, i wanted to turn the other way.
there was this extremely compelling urge to turn, swing, jump.
i wanted so fucking badly to just jump off from the railings.
all in the name of curiosity.
i just needed to know what it would feel like to fall from the third storey.
i was fascinated by the amount of pain that would generate.
the others apparently wanted to kill me for that.
newton triggered a landslide of memories.
most of all, i remembered you.
fuck you, really.
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