Don't run.

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my head's splitting like a banana split. my forehead's burning madly and my palms and feet are cold. i can barely look at what im typing. or rather, im seeing double. and while you're out having fun, i sit here, feeling effing dumb and cold and sick. i dont knw if im even okay. eveything arnd me jst makes me throw up. wild and rash infatuations? you may say. now i dont even knw what's gg on. you cover up the bad times and at the same time you're causing em.

what do lies and truths mean t you. when i choose t believe everything you say, yes, time and time again im deceiving myself, or rather, ive been deceived. whr's the honesty in you when you said you were.

now im sick and i dont wanna get well anymore.
hopefully then you can wipe that grin away your face and start caring.
or maybe i should jst let this fever burn me dead.
oh how nice that feels.

♥