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Not happy.
Hate life.
I'm so ready to use my supplies. Especially the ones in my car. K.Mante knows what I'm talking about.
Fuck you depression. I'll just admit it. Nothing to hide anymore. I hate life, and I'm on the edge of the end.
I suck at life, and my mother is "worried" about me. Go ahead, everyone jump on the wagon with the mother. I don't fucking care anymore.
I'm tired, emotional, and ready to just end everything. I can't even describe.
Someone figure out a way to make me happy. Please. I'm so over the fake smiles everyday.
And I'm done -