It hurts, you know.
4:51 p.m.

Dear David and Aaron,

You guys aren't very funny. Do you know how hard it is to watch you guys "cut" right in front of me? To laugh about it? To pretend to slit your wrists with plastic knives? Have you seen my scars? Have you seen my fucking scars?

No? The leave me alone, bastards.

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