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My tea leaves read some pretty interesting things. I don't have all the answers. There's so much I don't know and that it would probably be some of these things. I ought seek counsel soon in order to deal with my ailments of the psychoanalytical variety. Desperation takes many forms and I've used some different ones. Truth is, no one will ever know the hate in my heart and how deep it goes. How absolutely pissed off I am at everything. There is not much I fancy in this world anymore. Now I'm just...bored.