You know what's awkward?
When a friend is going through her sketch book and inside there's a piece with some brown, thin looking paint spelling out the words, "The world hates me."
And she gives off an awkward chuckle, explaining, "I wrote that in my blood."
And you reply, "Oh, really? Ew."
She nods, "Yeah, when I used to cut myself I had a lot of blood coming from one and I just got my paint brush and yeahh."
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