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I dont know how else to live. Its not fun to feel like this. I hate it. It hurts inside. But you dont know because I cant talk about it. I wish I could show you how I feel, but I cant. Its not that easy, Ive turned into well I guess you could say the real me. It doesnt show on the outisde so you dont really understand what Im talking about. I shouldnt be around anyone when Im mysllef. I might hurt someone. I guess you can say the real me lives on the dark site. The light side was burned in flames and now there is nothing left. Its ok though because I knew this would happen. Im sick of this. I hate my life.