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Tired, as always, again. I wonder in the future if I will be able to look back on these entries and pretend I was okay. I've faced so much, and noone knows anything of it. I wish I had people, or just someone to share it with. Everyone I know is so frigid when it comes to such things, as if sharing their lives would just be an awkward conversation and so should be avoided. Are their lives all so full that they need noone to share it with? Sometimes I feel like I'm living on a seperate plane.