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*loads rocket launcher* you just leave that guidance counsellor to me.

that sucks. i'm sorry clairey.

naw. just use the rocket launcher on me. its not fucking worth it anymore.

"tell me something...will i die on a rope?"

i am not happy.

aww i wish i could visit you.

go visit the cc instead

okay! and did clairey block me? ..

no. im not on msn

claire

don't do anything, please that made me bawl my fucking eyes out.

sorry dommy.

don't worry about me. just know you're one of my bestest friends and i love you.

how can i not worry about you when i think you might kill yourself? it would be partially my fault too for not doing anything.

don't care if it hurts. i wanna have control. i want a perfect body, i want a perfect soul. i want you to notice when i'm not around, you're so fucking special. i wish i was special....

tis not your fault.

i dont belong here.

RUN

i feel like im being stabbed in the head.

what?

it would be my fault. and you do belong here.

i feel empty.

i cant think of a single reason not to.

i feel...peaceful.

claire, i don't know what to tell you. but, don't do anything. a lot of people would miss you, and i don't know what i'd do if..you did that. i'm getting kicked off now, though. i'm going to try and sneak on later though. in maybe an hour or so. i'm sorry i'll try and call or catch you on msn before i work tomorrow as well. we must talk. try to calm down and not worry about things. you don't understand how worried i am right now.

bluh.