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Fuck, i'm so angry about what i dont know. maybe i'm just another shithead like all the rest. The perfect tragedy, the rise of power, then the egotistical stubborn side, and then the absolute decline. Is that whats happening to me. There is no way to live an easy life, always there is something, a plague in mind, to conceive "hurtles" or boundaries i cannot get by. When its not school, its friends, when its not friends, its girls, when its not girls its school and friends. A never ending cycle of pick and choose, sort of like the choose your own adventure books we had as children, ever decision creates a different ending. If only i could always choose right, and speak right. I understand why its so easy to just be a recluse and sit alone in borders all day, sitting on the floor, listening to your favorite music, reading ur favorite book. Why cant this be me.