If I died right now, I don’t know that you’d care. I don’t know that I’d care. That’s not suicidal emo bullshit. It’s indifference, it’s truth, it’s dangerous. I’m not trying to kill myself but I’m starting to need more reason to turn the wheel than the road turning too. I already feel as carefree as the dead, until you stop loving me, then I’m as pained as the living.
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