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I hate how I am sometimes. I have these terrible endless nightmares about all sorts of horrid things. Then I wake up feeling the greatest feeling of solitude known to man. I wake up alone, I go to sleep alone. I rarely speak to my father. I have trouble connecting and trusting people. I dont even think I trust my own dad. I feel so unattached to things sometimes and it makes me so sad. Where has my zest for life gone? is it all a facade nowadays? I miss my friends. My Good real friends Ive known forever. Not like the fake people at my fucking school. Almost all of them can go to hell, I wouldnt care. Its so cold in the mornings.