My life as it is
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Last published Mon, Feb 1, 2016
WARNING;really sad story not to be read for mocking, hating and dramatic people this is reality.
I have always been judged by my actions, words and habits.
Each time I say something people around me act like I'm not there, have you felt the real power of hatred and how it can affect your personality? I have been through a lot of stress and loneliness.
Have you survived a day, week, month or year without a friend? Now I don't care about what happens and soon I'm sure I won't care about my life.
THIS IS NOT FAKE FOR THOSE CARELESS, HEARTLESS PEOPLE WHO THINK THAT I'M MAKING IT UP FOR ATTENTION BECAUSE NO ONE HAS PAID ATTENTION TO ME SO WHY BOTHER TRYING AFTER SO MANY YEARS, IT'S USELESS TRYING AFTER WHO KNOWS HOW LONG.
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