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I just uploaded my first book.
          	Very inspirational! Pretty pictures, I believe. 

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I also realized if people don't like you don't fret because it's their job. Especially when you want to be happy. Why? Why? Why do we waist our lives to make people happy when we're not happy ourselves? You try to please others and realize you broke yourself in the process. I wonder how people smile all the time because that seems like a task to me. Is smiling really fun, doesn't it hurt or am I overreacting? I'm glad they are happy though because sometimes that's what is necessary to make it when these people burst you bubble.

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I wonder what life really is. At times it's complete happiness and others it's nothing but crap. Shrug off the bad but then it hints you later. You try to pretend to be happy but then life says I'm going to make it hard to even do that. I'm tired of pretending to be happy. Why does everyone ruin it or I strip it away myself? What am I? What was I suppose to be? Who am I suppose to be? What does life have against me?