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I thought about things all day today, but then again when do I ever stop thinking? I think too much and everyone knows it. If our heads were balanced on thoughts, mine would have exploded a long time ago. I'm only thirteen and I'm already worrying about death, love, drugs...exc. It's just not right. A week ago I heard that a ten year old was 4 months pregnant. A TEN YEAR OLD! That's plain sick. I'm going through more shit now than some people have gone through in their whole life, and I'm not ready for it at all. But sometimes life throws things at you that you can't handle, and you just have to deal. For some reason that seems like the only thing I've been doing lately...dealing! HOLY CHRIST, IT'S GETTING ON MY LAST NERVE. I love life, I really do...but everything's so fucked up lately. So fucked up that people are hurting/killing themselves over it. Everyone's taking the easy way out, and I can't do anything about it. I'm trying, but no one's listening. The other night I had a dream that I was running down a crowded road kicking &screaming, telling people what's wrong, and no one listened. Out of 95248620947394 people, absolutely no one heard me. If we don't stick together, everyone's gonna' fall apart. Maybe everyone should hear me out 'cause if one person isn't listening, than two people aren't listening. Which really means no one is.