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i HATE my life i'm not just causually depressed about it no i hate it. the fact that i wake up in the morning is both the highlight and the down side to my day. my social life revalves around wether he's home or not.when he's home i wish he wasn't and look for anyreason to leave the house myself when he's gone i wish he would never come back. is this a bad thing i can't really figure out when it happened i know how it happened i just can't really figure out how i've been living like this for months and only just figured it out yesterday.....i'm not observant