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Stress is killing mee.... i haven't been talking as much, or taking care of myself, Even though i might not be on social media, everyday life is shit, having to wake up knowing i hate to go through the same damn thing everyday, Talking to my friends isnt even helping anymore, I dont even wanna get up and live anymore, But I have to, or else everyone gets mad, sometimes I wish my tormentor came back so i would focus on the pain she gave more than how bad the pain of living is. I hate my life so much, knowing I have to live because others care for me and would feel upset if I was gone. I burst into tears during club today because I just couldn't take the stress, I wanted to tell the teacher how much I was in pain, but If she told my parents It would get worse. Last time that happened, they didn't give me peace or the privacy I needed. I always know I have the object in my bag, And I could use it any day, and Then I wouldn't feel the pain I carry that is so heavy on my shoulders.