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I think i was depressed because I had no reason too be, theres no anthem for people like me, no heroes, im the so horribly normal, I think a part of me loved getting kicked off base because I finally had a reason to be sad, i wasnt ashamed of my angst. So much death, so much hurt in the world and my life has been completly perfect, two loving happily married parents, Im upper middle class, I have met and know and loved some of the most strongerst, most interesting, inspiring people in the world. Abusive parents, rape, death of their close ones, anything and everything theyve over come, I have to make a new set of friends and im ready to hang myself. Im happy though, i love my life, i love my girlfriend, i love the angus burger at burger king, i almost feel like i should apalogize for being happy, it was all just given to me, no pain, no suffering, my worst enemy has been the inside of my head...I dont know where im going with this