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i thought i was going to be different. i thought i was better than this. i thought i had a better family relationship. but no. i just had to change all of that. i drank and smoked. just stokes. and my dad came in my room and said that he smelt them on me. but i just said i didnt smoke. and just somehow this is just killing me. it just hurts to breathe. or even think about it. am i too sensitive? and the best part is that i have to wake up at 6 in the morning so i can talk to my therapist. and im not going to tell her anything either. i honestly wish that i wasnt alive