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It's pathetic really , how I'm comfortable telling a bunch of strangers about my life instead of my actual friends or family but I can't keep things for myself anymore.

I don't know where things went wrong but everything just did , I'm not the same person anymore.

I've become someone I hate and I can't stand my own reflection in the mirror.

I've had alot of horrible things happen to me , people call me ungrateful because there are people who have it worse.

I'm fully aware that other people have it worse but that doesn't mean that I can't feel pain and that I don't have a right to feel bad.

Problem is , lately I've been feeling bad all the time.

If I can't handle the burden of my own problems I wonder who will , right?

No one will probably see this so it doesn't really matter.

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