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Wednesday, May 21, 2008
I have a problem. I think of dying every single day. I think of a different way to die everyday. I think of a different reason why I should die. I think of my future. I think I won't get anywhere. I think I might as well die now, and not suffer for so long. I think I need pills to swallow. I think I have a huge problem now. I think I am stupid. I think I love exams.
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