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All that’s left in my life is obsession, depression, and a little bit of aggression. Everyday I live the same life, same people, same world, but never any difference. What's the point of living if all you have is fake friends who act like they care but in the end they really don’t. My mind is numb and nothing can fix it. Tried to hurt someone else to see if I could feel emotions but ended up being alone in a bedroom with a noose around my neck and chair below my feet. If I didn’t have anybody that I think would get hurt i’d be gone at this very moment. Im left in a state of emptiness that normal people can’t simply visualize or feel or believe is real. I wish I could end everything now but instead I sit here dead as rock in the middle of the ocean thinking about nothing but my depression and lately I’ve been wondering what its like to kill a man. Would that make me feel anything different. What's the difference between sitting in my locked room and being in a prison cell where I can rot and not be in people's way. I find the glock under my couch and cock it to my head wondering why I should be alive. I pull the trigger and everything turns gray as I slowly fade away.
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>>10029897
maybe pick up a fucking book. are you 15? this is how 15 year olds think. and go to r9k if you want to blog your diary desu
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too many "I"s, first sentence is weak, you forgot an apostrophe here or there, overall D-
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Damn alright literally just wrote this out of no where and because of boredom. I feel like I could do much better but this is just writing random shit that comes to my head
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Also just wanted to see if I could actually get a reply with feedback that's not some kid saying I'm shit even though I am. Definitely would like to post more though.
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At first I was worried about your well being.
Then I was going to accuse you of not being man enough to do it. ( I missed the last line)
Then I read the replies.
Go go go. I like the stream of consciousness style. That's the paragraph on the page before the real story begins.
Now the character comes out of the dream/delusion and has to deal with real life. GO!
Walk me through it.
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Glocks don't utilize hammers one can "cock". It's a semi-automatic firearm & chambers cartridges with a slide action. Pssh...nothin' personnel...kid.
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