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Dear No One A friend of mine just committed suicide and when people ask me how I feel I just say 'Considering the circumstances I'm doing okay' which is a huge lie. Really I feel the need to scream 'FUCK IT!' as loud as I can to everyone who ask me that question because damn it life is a hell of a lot harder than I thought and it's a hell of a lot shorter than it seemed like four years ago. I don't want to hide anything anymore I want to walk up to my family roll up my sleeves and say 'You make me feel so fucking bad you have no idea. It might not seem like a lot to you but here's the consequences of your fucking words.' I want to scream 'I'm fucking gay deal with it!' and I want to tell the girl I love that I do exactly that love her. But you know what? The chances of me committing suicide is bigger than the chances of me doing any of the above things. That is how I really feel. ~Sincerely Fucked Up and Angry Person | ||||||||||||||
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