...yeah. Sorry. [vent]

I'm sick of everything. This stress keeps piling on top of me over and over again. Just when something good comes along, I fuck it up somehow. Or it gets ruined. I don't know why the bad people get so much good in their lives when I'm stuck like this all the damn time.

Maybe I just don't deserve happiness, right? The nice people never do in this fucked up hellhole.

God should end my life before I do his work for him.

~Aly

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