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I have heard and read a bunch of stuff in my life, people don't know what they want, they bitch and bitch and blame and blame.
Grow up.
It is not your residing place.
It isn't your family.
It isn't anything of that sort.
Go to college.
Talk to people.
Stop being a baby.
It isn't difficult.
Oh gosh, someone made me feel bad today. I will be depressed for weeks, and I will write in my diary the cry myself to sleep.
Fucking grow up.
No one cares.
Life is like when someone shows you photographs that you are not in, you don't care, but you put on a scene of interest fake it.
Fucking deal with it.
Shit.
Grow up.
It is not your residing place.
It isn't your family.
It isn't anything of that sort.
Go to college.
Talk to people.
Stop being a baby.
It isn't difficult.
Oh gosh, someone made me feel bad today. I will be depressed for weeks, and I will write in my diary the cry myself to sleep.
Fucking grow up.
No one cares.
Life is like when someone shows you photographs that you are not in, you don't care, but you put on a scene of interest fake it.
Fucking deal with it.
Shit.