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I HATE YOU, TATI, AND I WANT YOU TO DIE, OKAY? THANKS. AND WHEN I SAY DIE, I MEAN LIKE.. RIGHT NOW.
Dude! I have to like die. Now. It will make everything better, right?
Wrong. Why have I tried to kill myself so many times? Why have I dreamed and wished myself dead. I'm only going to hurt more people.
But, maybe not. No one that "claims" they care.. will actually know at all. Maybe. I don't know.
I guess Bre was right. I am insecure. Sue me, okay? I can't help it. Sometimes, I just want to run away. And make everything go away. Just get out of here. Put all my pain in the past.
But.. if you really want something. You'll work through the pain.
What DO I want? To be happy.. yeah. That would be lovely.