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Dear nurse, it sounds pathetic starting like this. I guess it provides emphasis on how normal I am. I get up, go to school, hate myself, come back, and kill. You know, teenager stuff. And the occasional get together with friends.
Maybe I should just get into this. They say it'll be better for everyone if I told the story in my own words. They think things might change if I say "I'm sorry" or if I start crying. But nothings going to change. I like what I did. I actually love it. I'm good and no one is gonna tell me that it's bad.
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