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i'm not ok, alright? but don't fucking worry about me. 'cause the next thing that'll happen is, you'll be telling me how fucking fucked i am. as if i don't already fucking know that. yeah, i don't cut it for you, or for very much. but right now, i have to try to focus on SOMETHING that i do well. because everytime i try to do good over there, it's not good enough and you badger me with hate mail and fucked up words. ENOUGH already. i suck. we have that established. just leave me the fuck alone to deal with myself, ok? don't call acting as if you care, when you don't. 'cause you know what i know? i know that me being alive makes everything worse for you. whatever.
~c
~c