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I think my family hates me, or is disgusted by me, or maybe just barely putting up with me.
My younger sibling in general. I don't think theylike me much anymore.
I keep getting hints and jabs about the things that are wrong with me, something I am pretty good at doing to myself. No one is ever proud of me, no matter how I try, and I am living in the shadows of greatness. How could I expect anything else? I can't possibly understand the dynamics of a life lived well, of the normal.
I am disappearing as I age. I'm disappearing and I have no meaning. I have little to offer. I am being punished for all the things Ive done wrong in my life and it's never been more clear. So God, what is the point? I'm not going to do anything but you could see clear to put me out of my own and everyone else's misery, couldn't you? Since there doesn't seem to be a place for me, anywhere.
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