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You know, everyone gets hurt sometimes. It's just part of life. Life, however, has decided that that's not enough for me. Apparently, I just need to get shat all over and then abandoned and then who knows? Maybe the sun will come out.

I don't know how much more of this I can take before I start having a serious psychological breakdown. I've had enough happen in my life to cover my "bad shit" quota for the next 50 years. I don't understand anything anymore.

• I have no home.
• I have a shitty job.
• That shitty job is supposed to pay for my school, that will be a miracle.
• My entire family acts like I'm some kind of burden.
• I never see my friends anymore.
• I'm seriously scared for my future now.
• I must be the common denominator.
• I don't know where to go or what to do or who I can depend on.