Depression with guitars

"Hey Louis?" I yell across the stage.

"Whats up?" Louis reply's jogging over to me.
"Have you seen my shoulder bag? I know I now i brought it in here," I question, moving my brown bangs out of my eyes.
"You mean.. .This one?" Louis questions, pulling out a light red shoulder bag with a black and white strap, from the back of his gym shorts.
"Louis?" I mutter.
"Yes love?" Louis says rocking back in forth innocently.
"Did this touch you're ass?" I ask holding the bag out in front of me like it was a bag of smelly dog shit.
"Maybe... Maybe not," Louis calls running away. Well at least he's running normal now... Maybe because there wasn't a girls shoulder bag covering his ass. Well, looks i'm gonna have to burn this now. Thanks Lou! I walk back to the girls bathroom, looking through my bag to find the broken up razors that i brought with me. Ah ha! There you are suckers!! I run\walk into a stall, and take out the blade. i hold it gently against my skin at first, but then when i start to glide it down my skin, it gets harder, and harder. After i'm done scraping four horizontal lines into my skin, blood starts to bubble to the surface. It hurts like hell, but being depressed is tough.

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Hey guys.. Just a little filler inner..... is that even a word? (Lol liv (: ) But keep rating and all that jazz!!!!!!!


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