chapter 21

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sometimes it feels like I'm in prison in my own house.

I wish I could just die and free myself from all this pain. Maybe then everyone around me can finally be happy. Maybe then they won't have a reason to hate me, to ignore me, to make me feel like crap, to hurt me both mentally and emotionally, to kill me inside every day. You know what screw it there's no use in trying anymore.

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