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My brother's an a**, my dad's an a**, my mom's passive. There's nothing to do in this town. My life sucks; it sucks so badly. This place has nothing to offer me. I can't stand this. My art is disregarded, there is no art here, garbage is considered art, anything light and fluffy is thought to be artsy. Nothing has any soul. I can't stand it here. I hate this place. I am going to leave this place as soon as I can. I want to live, not die slowly. I hate my life. My smile is fake. I put on my smile everyday, just like my happiness. It is all a facade. My friend's keep me going. I am slowly sinking into a depression. I will be ok. I will help myself. I can come out of this by myself. I don't need anyone to worry about me. I can't believe I haven't broken or killed my self. I have considered suicide as an option, but I will never kill myself. It has crossed my mind, but I won't take that option. I will live, but right now, I am dying.