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Many things in life are important. I am not one of them. i am so sick of my selfish complaining. I am so sick of the times I cry myself to sleep because I'm not strong enough to continue holding them back. I am so sick of all of my words and actions that portray me as someone who is strong and unshakable. Yet, when no one's around, I fall to the ground and can't get back up. I hate that I can't tell the truth because i myself am afraid of it. I can't stand my pathetic whining and complaining. It's sickening and stupid. I can't stand that I'm such a horrible ********. I hate that I am this way. Why can't I be someone that will bring something good to this world, instead of more darkness.
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