I’m nearly 30 years old.
I feel completely alone right now.
Nobody understands, and when I say nobody understands, everybody gets angry at me or hurt by me, which proves that nobody understands, or at least nobody cares enough not to tell me I’m a selfish bastard.
I didn’t ask to be born. You’re supposed to say that when you’re twelve, but I’m saying it when I’m 30.
I don’t know what to say or do.
I feel like I wanna
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