Vent 3
Warning: General Venting Stuff
I am so done with life. I'm sick of everyone and everything, nothing can save me anymore, my imaginary land is the only thing stopping me from getting clawing at my skin like I used to do. It's so unfair, I was never allowed a normal life. I was contemplating suicide at AGE NINE. I shouldn't have even known what that word meant. If one more thing goes wrong, I'm going off the deep end.
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