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Submitted by All Revved Up
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I wake up every morning thinking of offing myself. He'll certainly never Love me again. I'm not going to end up falling for the guy I'm with now. I'm going to end up in a worthless, paid-in-peanuts job, probably settle for whoever comes my way, and if I'm lucky I'll squeeze out a kid before I'm forty. Money is being wasted on my farce of an education. This house is a mess, and I'm never going to escape it. I'm never going to get out from under the issues that these people won't even address. I'm alone. ALONE. And there really is nothing that makes life okay anymore. But I keep on living, so everyone else can be happy. Because my abscence would be *such* a detriment to everyone's lives. I get to head off to a joke of a writing class in a few minutes. Everyone is going to act like eighth graders, and my foreigner teacher is going to spend more than half the class either trying to get them to STFU or telling me things I already know. I was pacing around the house weeping in sheer fury, trying to keep it all in, so that I didn't break something or worse. I get to wake up and do it all over again tomorrow!
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