Waking Up.
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Last published Sat, Oct 25, 2014
The world is a horrible place.
I am a horrible person.
We are a horrible society.
They are horrible people.
My name is Caralyne Anderson. I'm 17. I'm the definition of non-perfect. No one likes me, no one cares about me, and I don't think anyone ever will. But I've come to accept it and embrace it. I don't want to wake up.
By the way...I'm sorta, kinda in a coma. In a hospital. On a bed. Knocked out cold. For two months, now.
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