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I can feel the mania starting again. It is making its way through my viens once more. Sometimes I can feel my mind slipping, and all I want to do is make a gash across my wrist. I want to see my blood on the floor and laugh at the sight of it, but before I can even think of the blade, my mind starts to think of your eyes. Those beautiful pale blue eyes, and all I can think of is how beautifully pure and innocent those eyes are, and somehow my mind doesn't feel like its in shit anymore. How is it that when I am with you, none of my past even matters? It all just disappears into the night, and I can laugh with you like I was made to be with you? Why is it that no matter how awkward our conversations get, we can always find our way back to something completely normal? Why is it that I am sitting here writing this instead of doing something productive?