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there's
more
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life
than
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12*16*02

it's vague, but if you really care, you'll ask

i hope you all die, because none of this pretend shit matters anymore. this whole charade has been nothing more than that, and i'm having a hard time seeing who to trust and who not to. since i'm tired of being the one to confront problems, i'm not going to anymore. so things will keep amounting and things will be said that shouldn't, and everyone will just be fucking miserable.

so what's the point of having friends? so what's the fucking point at all if everyone's just going to run in circles, shouting words of disgust and disrespect, aiming them at each other and rarely themselves? i don't see it anymore, and i'm just getting real tired of playing all these mental/verbal games with people. it's time for this to be over with, and it's time to be over with now.

i don't think sitting around with my thumb up my ass could keep me happy any longer. this was all bound to come out at some point, and i'm tired of hearing it all over and over in my head.



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