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Somedays i wonder why....
Why i am alive. Does it matter? When my parents decide that they are mad at me and want to blame every bad thing on me simply because they can? When i am yelled at for things i did not do? Being screamed at by friends and cousins, because they are in a bad mood.

Being friendzoned by guys i am in love with, being jobless, moneyless getting hurt, stab wound, rashes from things like meidcal tape..... my life feels like its own personal hell.... whats the point in keeping up with it?