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Thursday, April 07, 2005 Fuck U fuck U fuck U I have no words to describe these last few days. I have hated every minute. I now can even understand suicide. If this was all I had to live for, I'd rather be dead. And I mean it. This is coming from the less suicidal person you would ever meet. Every fucking minute is a struggle. Every fucking conversation. Every fucking intercaction. The more I know the more I want to disappear. The rage within me is beyond explananation. I feel my blood boiling. I feel on the brink of tears constantly. I feel I could do some damage. I have nothing but bottled up rage now. Fuck everything and everybody. Give me my fucking life back. I have earned every single second of it. Get me the fuck outta here. NOW. 12:18 AM
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