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Sometimes, I wonder if the nearest thing I've ever got for a future is an institution.

I don't think it does me good to talk about my problems anymore. All it does is reopen a bleeding gash trying to heal.

There's nothing I can accomplish anymore.

I should be locked away where no one could ever see me again. It'll make everyone so much happier. They won't have to deal with annoying, whining little me anymore.

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I should just die.

I'm stating this as pure fact.

I'm no good for anything anymore. Nothing works. Nothing can redeem me. Never.

(And apparently, it looks like too much Advil will give you stomach bleeding if it fails killing me off for good)