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Why am I the stupidest person alive?
Someone ought to tell me.


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Idiot.

I've done something so stupid I now not only doubt my mental health but also my worth to actually be alive.
How was I to know that expressing countless months of bottled-up anger on the internet in a super-angry rage fest would get me into trouble?

I didn't.
Because I'm an idiot and I don't think things through.

I feel like a pregnant sloth who just got sand thrown in it's eyes. *Winces with embarrassment of being an insufferable loser*
"What?" I hear you ask..

Quit shaking your head.
What I meant is that I'm exhausted. In every way. And my eyeballs hurt from crying, that would exlain the.. um.. 'sand-being-thrown-in-the-sloth's-eyes' analogy.

I'll quit saying weird and poorly written things now, if it makes you happy.

What am I saying, 'you'? I have a total of (woo) 2 followers. I love them, but having a few more people actually care whether i live or die might be enough to make me forget to doubt my own existance.