I hate this feeling of inadequacy, I hate feeling sorry for myself. I laid down to go to bed a few minutes ago, and this song popped into my head. I used to love this song, and hate it. It was so true. It was my life up until I went to college. Even now, it still is kinda, pretending everything is wonderful and that I don't hate myself, and
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He wasn't the first, and he won't be the last. But ya keep on going. Things'll pick up.
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