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I had to take a pyschological test. Stated I was mildly depressed. No big surprise, seeing as I have no parents, and no support. On a regular basis, I'm always looking for the right words to describe the way It felt to be completely alone for so damn long. I could never confront myself on what did in fact happen. I keep it away from my mind, and when I zone out and start to think about it. I quickly revive myself in something else endulging. I can't stand thinking about the past, I feel like it's not normal to have this many regrets. And it's not normal to have had this many people fuck you over, but I don't worry anymore. I realise I can still love, so I trust that I'm okay. This entry has no meaning, along with many others.