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zwischen Friday, Mar. 14, 2014 - 01:11 mensch
IF ANYONE STILL READS THESE OBSCURE, QUIET THOUGHTS, MY GUESTBOOK HAS FINALLY BEEN FIXED.
I don't want to live anymore. I'm not going to find someone or something to live for. Live for me? And? I'm constantly weighed by the past. And the future i ls becoming increasingly darker. Stagnation, depression, and anxiety fills my present and living in the "now" isn't going to mean anything. Things are not going to become great with my family. And I am likely to be a drain on them for years to come. I was born not made to adjust well to society as it is. I am tired. Every day is just a game of distracting myself from thinking too much about myself and my life. I don't want to live anymore.
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