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Fatigue.

I am tired. Tired of pretense and falsehood and lies. Tired of hiding and faking laughter. I am tired. Tired of happiness and tired of emotion. Tired of acting. Pretense. Sucked into lie after lie about living. Are you tired of living? I’m tired of life. I’m tired of people and their near perfect lives. I’m tired of shallow problems and stupidity. I am tired of people. Life seemed so full. Life is a joke. No one cares. They never will. I am a cesspool of self pity and self hatred. I am weary. I am hungry for change. I am tired of this life. Free me.
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Dec 4, 2011
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