the thoughts I have about myself.
I want to scream. I want to yell out into the world and let everyone know how much I hate them all. This is my way of doing that.
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I knew somewhere out there, my parents were worried sick. Somewhere out there, my friends wondered about me. I knew that a world like this wouldn't last forever, and I had to make it last. But I could always retell it.