Sometimes she really pisses me off. Like being myself is a burden to her. Sometimes...I don't know what I am. Even typing what I'm typing right now annoys me. I don't want to be anyone else, and I don't want to be me. This is why I have these moments of wanting to not exist. Or maybe I just want to start over when I know I can't. Things are just
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