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Today was one of those days you end with a shotgun in your hand.
I honestly have stopped thinking my life is worth living anymore. I can't take it, not school, not work, not anything.
And now I'm going back to the library, presumably to cry and work, because at least then I'm not crying and working alone.
I honestly have stopped thinking my life is worth living anymore. I can't take it, not school, not work, not anything.
And now I'm going back to the library, presumably to cry and work, because at least then I'm not crying and working alone.