I don’t know what to say. I am no longer sufficient for others.

The system is turning me into a victim.

And soon I will be dead.

Hey fuck you.

Oh ya, also, fuck off.

And shit dead (whatever that means).

Die die die.

Nothing mattress sale.

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The psych system doesn’t like me. The robots don’t like me. My family doesn’t like me (or at least is irritated w/me).

This is prozac nation after all.

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Fuck off.

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I need to go out tomorrow on my own.

Maybe after I wake up.

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I didn’t get my hike in today. But I did some yoga. It doesn’t mattress sale.

Hey fuck you.

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These people are freaks. I am the normal one.

I am DEFINITELY suing the mental healthcare system in Cali (after I recover, of course).

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Fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch.

Garbage-ass whores.

And horses.

Fucking on rainbows.

THEYERRE never mind fucking on ranboe’s (dick).

Fuck yrself.

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Shit fuck ass.

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I give. Short one today (Which Means Never).

And suicide.