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I'm sick of this.

I'm sick of everyone reading my messages and not replying. I'm trying to find some people who care, someone who will actually miss me.

Apparently, there's no one.

I'm sick of drowning in my own thoughts.

And I'm fucking lonely.

I have a million things to go and I can't even do them because I barely have any energy to breathe and no one is bothering to think twice about helping me.

I don't know what's so repelling about me that people don't want to be around me, but I just can't do this by myself. 

But it is what it is.

As a side note, I'll stop doing this rant book. PierceTheCas is the only one actually reading this (*blows kiss* love you, fren) so I'm not even sure what I'm doing with this.

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