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[all_wound_up7]

I'm unhappy, so I'm gonna bitch like my life actually matters to someone.

Which it doesn't.

But it's always nice to play pretend.

I have no one to talk to and I'm sick of it.

I'm always hearing about people doing stuff without me and I'm sick of that too.

I'm tired of people lying to me.

If you really cared, if you really thought I was such a great friend, you would want to hang out with me more.

When you are around me, you seem like you're unhappy.

Oh, did this become adressed to one person?

Oops.

But what can I do when the best friend I have doesn't seem to like me at all, but then tells me she thinks I'm a great friend?

I start thinking someone's not telling the truth, that's what.

So please.

Tell me I'm horrible.

Tell me you hate me.

Tell me the truth.

So I can totally just retreat into myself.

And hate EVERYTHING around me.

I hate school.

I have no purpose in life.

I hate my family and all the other people I have to deal with.

I hate having to wake up in the morning and live.

And I don't know if it's ever going to get any better.

But You're fun.

When I'm talking to you, I'm happy.

But when I'm not, I'm miserable.

Is it worth it?

Even though you sometimes treat me just like they all treated you.

You're still the best friend I have.

But... I don't know.

I don't understand anything that goes on in my life.

And... I think I'm done now.