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So, you're still reading this journal I see. That last post had NOTHING to do with you. You know good and damn well that I've been suicidal in the past. I was before I met you and I still am. Controlling feelings of worthlessness isn't exactly something I can do. No, I didn't read your entry because if you can recall, your journal is friends' only and as I'm obviously no longer a friend of yours, I can't exaclty read it, can I? I don't give a damn what you think about me. I'm sure you've had some nasty things to say about me and I'm sure you're laughing because you THINK that post was made because of you but YOU'RE WRONG. I could care less though. There was absolutely no reason for you to snap at me the other night either, nor to smirk to your friends at basically every word I said. So, if your plan was to humiliate me the other night, then yes, you succeeded. I'm sure you're laughing at this entry as well. It's a shame I can't read the bad shit you've written about me as easily as you can read my entires. Don't flatter yourself and think I've been wanting to off myself because of you. I've always hated this existence. It's a burden I wish I no longer had to bear, and as you well know, I DO have control over that.