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livejournal... yaaayyyy piss off cunt face. in between anti-depressants and deciding whether or not to use. i find little things to hopefully make me smile. yet they arent good enough to keep it away for long. lonely. When did life begin to get so lonely? is it from having drugs or not having them? either way i feel detached from myself and the world. Even though i havent had a rough childhood or anything ive made my life rough and still have no motivation to make it easy. It wont ever be easy. Not easy. Enjoyable. So pitiful might i add. I find people i feel may be worth a shot but everyone i gravitate towards seems to be either just as fucked up or less of what i thought. Its not that i have high standards for myself or anyone. Its exactly the opposite. But people that i find just seem to not be there as much as i need them to be.