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You know, I tire of my self-loathing. It can really get annoying. I'm almost upset that I don't have any friends. Sometimes I wish I did. It's always nice to have someone to spend quality time with. Someone to open up to and tell EVERYTHING, because they're just that special and important. I've never had anyone like that before. Never found anyone good enough.. trustworthy enough. Is friendship really worth it though? As soon as something goes wrong, it causes a chain reaction that's going to tear everything apart. Unbearable pain. Is the pleasure really wort the pain? I guess I wouldn't know. I've never been there.