Figuring Me Out
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Do you ever just have those days when you wake up and feel that a day is going to be horrible? If so, well honey I understand that feeling. But mine is a everyday thing. I am depressed, lonely and well unloved. Can you help me? I don't think so... Wait a guy... He is perfect. Never give up on life even if you look at it as a waste of time. Or if you think that nobody loves you. Trust me people do love you and you will get through it. Depression is the only waste of time for you. Find a way of being happy. Let me introduce myself... Hi my name is Nicole Noel Newman and I am 18. I am a senior in high school. Read this to find out more about my life.
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