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Things are really getting out of line in my head.
Now and than I love everything. 
Most of the time, I just hate life.
I hate me.
And because me is bad, but because me sucks.


My friends, if I can even call them friends.
They hate me at the moment. 
I don't know why, guess because I suck.


My family already hates me.
More than they already did, how is it possible?


The meds the drugs they don't work against these feelings.
I'm all alone, no one will understand me.

It's hard to know you need to get high because 
you can't handle your real emoticons.


The sad part is that I choose this way.
I choose to be me. 
And that everyone hates me for that.
It's a thing I have to live with.