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I am a fuck up...I fuck everything up...And nothing anyone says or does will change that fact...I fuck up everyone's life...People always say its not my fault that Sophi killed herself...Well, I knew what she was going through but i didn't do anything about it...I try to keep to myself because last time i opened up to someone i got sent to a mental hospital and i don't want that again....I've starting self-harming again...No one besides my girlfriend knows...So much for a 3 month self-harm recovery...My dad says i'm not sad or depressed and that i just want depression...No! I just want to be fucking happy...! You say i am happy, yeah, sometimes i am, but that changes so quickly sometimes and i hate it...I can't keep doing this...I used to smile everyday...Now i cry...Every...fucking...miserable...day...! But you...you don't notice it because i do it where no one can see me cry...You say i self-harm cause i want the attention...No, i want to be seen and heard...I self-harm because i hate myself for destroying your life...but self-harming makes it worse so i just keep doing it...over...and...over...and...fucking over again...I went from cutting, or as you call it "scratching", to scratching layers of skin off until it hurts and i can't do it anymore...But you don't notice it do you? Or maybe you do, but your tired of it because it hurts...I don't know how you feel or what you think when you see it but i'm scared to ask...I'm failing all of my classes because of all of this...My mind gets too overwhelmed with thoughts then i just...can't do anything anymore...You say ignore my thoughts and feelings, but i can't! okay? Just give me a break...please...
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