Why should I try to be myself when in the end I'm still a stupid pathetic good for nothing waste of space that can't do anything right. Would anyone even notice if I stopped trying? If I stopped talking? If I just disappeared? Would they be happy if I did? Would they throw a party? If I never lived would they have been happy? These questions will never be answered?
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Hell...opps I mean my life
ContoThis is a true story. If you don't want to know a little bit about me then don't read it. Just a heads up it will be really short.
