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I feel confused. It feels as though I'm missing something. It's as if an entire piece of myself has extracted itself and ran away. I can't put my finger on what it is that I'm missing, and I wish I could. Maybe then I wouldn't feel like a piece of worthless shit. I need to get out of this fucking house. My family is slowly killing me.. I swear. Piece by piece they're breaking me. I should be happier. Things are ok, I think. But, I don't know anything for sure anymore. All I know is that :
·I need to get drunk ·