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This life of mine has no meaning to me anymore. I find comfort in materials, not people. I can't stand people, and I can't get past the fact that I know there are good people here, I just can't seem to find them. I can't make friends. Everyone on this campus comes off the same to me: shallow and stupid.
As happy as I try to make myself seem, I feel like I am void of positivity in my mind and soul. As corny as this coming metaphor may sound to some, I feel like a Jedi who is trying his damnedest to be good, but is truly meant to be very, very evil.
I don't know what to do. And I hate myself for it. I feel like I'm wasting oxygen that other decent people could use.
I wish I could cry. At least I'd be feeling something.
As happy as I try to make myself seem, I feel like I am void of positivity in my mind and soul. As corny as this coming metaphor may sound to some, I feel like a Jedi who is trying his damnedest to be good, but is truly meant to be very, very evil.
I don't know what to do. And I hate myself for it. I feel like I'm wasting oxygen that other decent people could use.
I wish I could cry. At least I'd be feeling something.