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I think there is something wrong with me, really wrong with me and yet I cannot place my finger on it. I don't even know how to vent about any of this anymore because I'm just repeating the same things over and over again. There is n o t h i n g I can do, my hands are tied.
It hurts to live like this anymore, I hate living like this. Most of my days I spend exhausting myself by putting in this stupid persona.
I'm sorry I've been slow with updates and that I have practically dropped off the radar but my mental state is really not great and until I have somewhat sorted it, I don't feel comfortable writing.
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