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Hey, its the middle of the afternoon. Ya know what? I'm fucking wasted. Yeah I'm an alcoholic. Fuck you all. I just wanna take a fucking gun and shoot myself in the head. Good fucking times. I really have no friends anymore; at least not more than would fit on one hand. Being back in school gives me people to talk to who I can pretend give a shit. Self-delusion is grand. I guess ignorance would be bliss. People blow. I'm not even depressed, just drunk. No one respects me anymore, but ya know what? I don't respect myself. FUCK EVERYTING! I just wish I hadn't lost all my friends. Death sounds yummy right now. Mmmmm...leadsicles. Whatever. I don't know. I'm rambling. I'm gonna drink another beer even though I know I shouldn't. Fuckin' a. I can't express emotions when I'm sober. I can't use language when I'm drunk. I guess that's people why people think I have no emotions. I'll pretend I'm like that till I die. There's no other way. I'm really not that depressed. I'm using what the English teachers call "hyperbole." I also have something to live fear: beer and melodramatic depression. Really, I'm gonna shut up now.