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I don’t know who I am. I do things I don’t want to do, but because I think I have to. I don’t know what I’m doing. I wish I didn’t have to do things I now feel bad about.

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People at my school are cunts.

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I don’t know who I am. I do things I don’t want to do, but because I think I have to. I don’t know what I’m doing. I wish I didn’t have to do things I now feel bad about.

People at my school are cunts.