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So many little small everything leads to a giant huge volcano waiting to erupt. So many trival little small everything makes me hate the world, makes me doubt my existance, makes me feel insignificant, makes me so needed yet so unwanted. What was once a happy memory, but a small little friction everytime, adds up now, to become a huge big gigantic bloody fucking impulse to want to slap you in your face when everytime you speak. No one's happy. Everyone's unhappy. Yet you can still be happy and act as if you are the greatest fucking... thing and everyone will just stop and drop dead if you are not around, when someone else is recognised as being better than you. Oh, so you think you are the great mighty person. I am soooo disappointed in you. Nothing will ever mend that impression of you again. I have been trying to keep as many things to myself, cos I learnt it the hard way, that if you tell anyone anything, the next day it might be headlines. But I have a long way to go. I am starting a personal diary now, so I can release all my thoughts.