What's the point of living? What is the point of forcing a smile? Why make everyone else happy and not myself? Why can't I do anything perfect? Why can't I make people happy? Why can't I just do something without hurting someone for once? Why do I just stop listening to other peoples problems for once? Why won't they actually help me instead of giving up? Why can't I just be happy with what I do? Why I can't I just stop acting the way I am? Why can't I just move on and be happy? Why can't I just go and die already? Why can't I make myself stop the things I do? Why can't I stop regretting life and be happy, I mean it only comes once right? Why can't I just stop being a baby and move on?
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Deppression
RandomI renamed it and I just restarted the entire book please forgive me for whoever is reading this.
