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Soooo, I just read something and now I want to go die. Care to know, ask me whatever. Anyway, I really wish that I wasn't a sad, mediocre person in the aspect of the world, or in the thoughts of my mind, because well, I just don't like it. I really really really don't think that I should talk so much, and I feel lower than low for something that is public knowledge, that waittt... I NEVER EVEN SAID. So why do I feel bad? Because I knew it before someone told me, and I pretended it was new to me. AND THEN, it gets better. I get blamed, and basically humiliated. And I don't care if I spelled that wrong. I really wish I was six feet under, because that would basically fill my needs at the moment. Oh yeah, I forgot, I hate my job. And I think I'm depressed. I'm not even joking either, or trying to be all fakely emo, because that's really lame. I'm serious, I think I'm depressed. Goshhhh, what the hell. I'm scared of everything right now, including myself. The future freaks me out, as does the present and the past. I wanna die, someone bring me a gun, por favor. Remember when I said that we should put that girl in a pillowcase and beat her? I wish I was that girl, because for everything that I really haven't done, I feel guilty. I think I'm getting a new journal possibly. I hate the memories.