a game called i attempt to write all of my thoughts through this painful shit

We’re going to play a little game tonight called, “Athena Is Drunk And Going To Attempt To Write Every Thought She thinks”.

ouch

omg this hurts so bad

i think i’m gonna puke

come as you are? ok…nirvana…

136

I knew this would happen

ouch

ouch

fucking ouch

nobody loves me

why can’t i die

uch

ouch

ouch

he’s pakcing all his stuff

and he’s leaving me

i feel it burn from my stomach to my vagina and flowing out in ripples

all because i asked why he had on cologne?

wow

why is it so easy to throw me away?

i’m watching him pack all of his things

i have no family

i have nowehre to go

he knows that

he really didn’t love me

he pretended really well

ouch

ouch

ouch

it

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