It’s a good thing I’m going to go see that counselor Thursday because the thoughts that have been invading my head aren’t good and they aren’t really safe. Sure, I’m happier than I used to be… but there’s a part of me that really doesn’t think I should be here anymore… that I shouldn’t be around. I know I would be happier. My family would be happier. This town would be happier.

Everytime I think something is starting to go good… it goes flat, *snaps* just like that. I’m stupid, I’m ugly, wait - I’m fugly, I’m fat, I’m hideous, I’m vulgar, I’m a grenade, a bomb, liable to go off at any given time. I’m just everything that nobody wants. Nobody - not even myself.

I’ll never make it out of here alive, I’m sure of it.

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