7 Whole Hours

Call me Jenny. I'm depressed half of the time and don't get a fuck about my parents. My older sister and my best friend is the closest thing I have to family. Most people look at me once and I still have no clue what my point in life is. Read my blog or not. I don't give a fuck but know that I have special powers I can stay up for 7 whole hours.

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Reblog if you’re suffering from depression, anorexic, insecure, or if you’ve ever took a knife to your wrist. Then check your inbox.

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