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I think I hate my life. I see no chance for a life better than the one I live now. I only see an existence where I perpetually drain from those around me. I exist in a fog of teenish angst minus the naive hope for a better future. Suicide is steadily becoming a more appealing alternative to continuing on in my current state, a state I feel is unalterable. The one flaw in the suicide alternative is I don’t actually want to be dead. It just the self mutilation and dramatic cry to the universe that accompanies the act that appeals, death is the unfortunate side effect. Nothing gets solved.