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I hate myself. I hate my life. Nobody could possibly hate me more than I hate myself, and I think almost everything I do, I do to punish myself for existing. I will squander my life, and waste it doing nothing at all. If I have potential for anything, I will make sure I never do anything with it because I don’t deserve anything better than the life I have now. My dead end job, and all the crap I have to put up with there, and always getting crapped on by everyone. That’s all I’m worth. People who love me tell me I’m better than this, but I don’t agree.
I thought about suicide a dozen times today. I’m not looking for a razor or anything, or getting my apartment clean and ready, but I can’t imagine how life could just go on like this. Something is bound to break.
Most of the time I appear so happy and easy going, not today, today I was a vicious monster to everyone.

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