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i dont know what im doing anymore. i dont want to be here, i need something different. i hate the fact that i never feel like im good enough, no matter what i do its never enough. im not skinny enough, im not smart enough, i dont have enough money. im not pretty enough. i hate how i put so much pressure on myself. i miss delhi, i miss chris and kenny. those boys could always make me smile. sometimes i want to go back to my old self, my first semester self. when i got that drunk i forgot about all my problems. but then again, as soon as i was sober they were back and there were more problems. maybe im just in a phase.