well, after years (and years) i'm finally tired of all the shit. i'm ready to sort out my stuff and go. i can't be here anymore. i'm so tired of feeling unimportant and useless. he will try to say it's all my fault. good, say it. i don't care anymore.

i don't know where i'm going or what i'm doing, but i have to leave. i can't do this anymore.

i'm scared. i'm lonely. i'm empty. i'm poor. but this has to stop.

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