...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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