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January 11/2000

I've had hundreds of converstaions. In my head. What I would say. What I would reveal. Every exact word planned out perfectly. Person to person. I would imagine how they would react. But it's never the right person. There's no one that would really understand. No one would understand how i go to sleep every night hoping that I never wake up again... I feel like such an outcast. I am one. I am different. I am strange... I don't belong. They don't say anything, but it's obvious....