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It's done enough is enough i can't do this anymore I've been fake for so long it's come back to me I'm not a happy person. nor have i been in almost a year i put this mask of smiles and happiness cause it's easier to deal with. i dislike almost everything about myself and wonder ehy i'm here everyday i work and spend money so i don't have to deal with my thoughts buying useless material things to keep me busy. and it's bullshit but in a way i'm happy in my misery the feeling i get when something brings me down to the point of inspiration and i can write. i don't wanna go to school, i just wanna write and work to get money to publish my shit but thats not happening anytime soon so i go through the motions for lack of anything else to do i'm lonely and alone but i never let people in so it's my fault it's always my fault