hate.

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I hate it.

I hate it.

I hate it.

It hurts.

It annoys me.

It makes me sad.

It makes me mad.

I can not stand it anymore.

Whenever I am distracting myself, everything is fine.

But as soon as I am back in the real world...

I get reminded of it.

And of everything else.

Of how miserable I am.

How lazy.

How stupid.

And how lonely.

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