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            I hate the world so much that I forgot why I hate it.

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               People have it worst than me, I know; but I still want to die. My name is Kennedy, Kennedy Jones. I am from London, England. Currently, I am eight teen years old. The closest to a boyfriend I ever will get, is my kitten, Charles. I have been single for almost a year now, and I am not trying to change that. If you want to blame anyone for that, blame my ex-boyfriend, Jase. He broke my heart so badly, I am afraid to love again.

 Everyone is a little sad sometimes, but I am not everyone. As a mater of fact, I am no one. I am not a little sad. I am depressed. No, I don't just say that I am, I really am depressed. Every single day, I think of ways to kill myself. Every single day, I take my anti-depressants so that I don't kill myself. I tried telling my mom that I didn't want anti-depressant pills, they give you a fake happiness. I do not want a fake happiness caused by some stupid little pill, I want real happiness. I want to give myself happiness. Without some stupid boy lying to me, saying that he'd always be there for me and would never cheat on me.

But then I found him.

        

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