its all of my fault, and i accept that.
everything is my fault, everything is always my fault, and everything is going to be my fault.
now and forever.
so go leave me.
or rather, just kill me.
if it makes it all better for you, then come on.
i'm ready.
rather.
you won't.
you don't have the fucking balls, and i know it.
- sarahsita
- i don't like to think, but i do. i'm kind of thinking, that well, thinking is what i'm best at. i'm sarah. and i'm alive. p.s.-that's not going to change until i die.
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