This World Is Not For You I don't know who I am. You don't know who I am.
All's better this way, so why not leave it?
(This is pretty much my complain about everything
and want-to-kill-myself blog. If you happen upon
here, I apologize.)


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Thank you for mocking my lack of motivation. Thank you so much. You make me feel so good about myself. It doesn’t make me want to kill myself even more now. Oh, no no. I can’t believe you pay so little attention to me that you can’t even tell how depressed I am. Of course you can’t, you have so~ much work to do. No time for anything else, because WORK IS PROVIDING US WITH OUR LIFE. Which goes along with your theory that ‘juniors work and study SEVEN DAYS A WEEK. No time for breaks!’ Excuse me for thinking holiday means break. You turn everything into a big deal when it doesn’t have to be. Just calm down, hey. I should’ve just told you I was doing homework. It works better that way…