Night of the 22nd of February

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     Tonight's thoughts are just about what happened today. I told my guy friend that I was jealous because he was asking for an explanation on why I turned "bisexual" I don't consider me anything or someone or somebody. I'm just an outcast no one likes. An object... That's what most boys see me as. A toy to be played with. People at my school call me a slut, hoe, whore, cunt, etc. Even though I never had sex. I mean kinda... People just want me to die. Basically, those words make me angry and make me want to leave this world... Forever. I was sad and lonely for so long. Discombobulated for over a year. I keep asking myself what would happen if I did leave? I ain't gay, pan, bi, or anything. I'm not even straight. I just don't want to label my sexuality. I support everyone, but not me I don't like myself. At all. I make idiot choices. Nights for me are like times to reflect on why do I exist and what does life even mean. Life is shit in my opinion. 

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