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I feel terrible. I don't like where my life is, I don't like where my life's going, I hurt everyone and I'm not numb anymore, which means that I hurt too now.

Why the fuck am I complaining? I've had an awesome half a year. And now I feel. I feel great things. Thanks to one man.

I hurt people. I hurt myself.

I blog on a porn site a load of shit that doesn't make sense to me, let alone anyone else.

/end MOANY TEENAGER RANT

Oh brighter news, although I feel absolutely terrible and nothing is lifting my spirits, this time next week I will be extactic, waiting to meet a certain someone. I'm going to faint. Guarenteed, I am GOING to faint! Will you catch me...?

xxx