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I guess things never work out for me... I make plans and they don't work out... I want to go somewhere and it doesn't happen... and then I care so much about someone and it seems like i either get thrown onto the backburners or it just all goes up in smoke anyway...
I don't why I try... I don't know why I keep going... Maybe I am just a big idiot for thinking that I could actually be happy. Maybe I should of just stayed in the States and not gone to Germany. Maybe I shouldn't have let past relationships and people slip away so easily. Maybe I shouldn't be so mellow about stuff all the time. Maybe Maybe Maybe
I do know that I am sick of everything. I am sick of nothing working out for me and I am sick of never being able to get anywhere... I think I am going to give up...
I am going to give p on people. People in general. I mean, anything I do never works out anyways right? I try to help people and get them through tough times because all i care aabout is their happines and it always turns around to bite me in the ass...
I quit... I don't care anymore... I don't want anyone... I don't want anything....
Goodbye All...