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Nobody Wants Me To Be Happy. written @ 5:46 p.m. on August 10, 2003 Never has my life been more confusing and stressful. I don't believe that this is the way that it should be. I am torn in so many ways, and stretched in so many directions. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. Nobody wants me to be happy. Not even myself. I want to disappear. I hate. Everyone. I hate. Life. I am starting to wish I could just disappear from all of this. I know too much too soon, and I am the one who must pay. I. Am. Not. A. Whore. I. Am. Not. A. Spoiled. Princess. Who. Gets. Everything/Everyone. That. She. Wants. I am me. You can not accept this. Any of you. You think you know me but you don't. You think you understand, but you don't. The wounds that run are deep, and the wishes wished are immense. All I want to be is happy. All I want to be is happy. All I want to be is happy. I'm finding each day that I am selling a part of myself to those around me, and to the society that is killing me slowly. I'm giving you all a piece of soul. Do with it what you please.... I have no need for a soul. Who do you people really think I am??? I AM NOT WHO YOU THINK I AM. FUCK.
"As fire lights the wood it consumes, so the soul illuminates the body with consciousness."
- Srimad Bhagavatam
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