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Funny,Right?

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impaledbycats13

Published: Sep 12, 2011

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In a strange way,I'm kind of proud. Two months. Two months of wanting to die,two months of

having to lie,and no one suspects a thing. Two months, 59 days, and a certain amount of

hours, minutes, seconds that I won't bother to puzzle out. Who cares, right? Who cares how

long I've been hurting?

No one, obviously. Maybe it's just me, but I find it rather funny. Really.

Incredibly, insanely funny, the way I go about each day dropping subtle hints, giving

them glimpses of the scars all over my arms, let them catch me inflicting harm, walk in

while I'm curled up in the corner, clawing and biting at my arms like a madwoman. And they

still think I'm perfectly fine. Ha! Funny,right?! Right!?

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