How many times have I done this?
I do it every time I feel like I'll never be loved.
My girlfriend loves her boyfriend more than me, even though we've been going out longer.
I.M. doesn't wanna hear about my drama because she's sick.
So, I.M., I'm not sorry, but I wish you could see my wrist, see why I want to hate you.
Sometimes what you say hurts sooo much.
Today, I went to the doctor.
I had a painkiller shot into my hip.
Had blood taken.
Had to pee in a cup.
And they checked my heart.
Heart's healthy little organ.
A little more than slightly broken right now.
Lottie: I hope it's just something as simple as I don't eat enough.
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