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Too stubborn to listen to my bullshit-yapping mother who has only shown inconvenience when dealing with my problems, too numb to praise and compliments yet still craving it like something sacred. I've only gotten worse. I don't feel like I am, nor will I ever be ready for this world. It's as bleak as it can get, and all my mom can do is berate me for not trying harder. So I find myself here. I don't know what I'm supposed to expect out of it. Might give up on it, hell, might delete it the next day. Just felt like saying I'm sick of everything to any other place beyond the quiet of my head. This might be an introduction, or a brief visit. I have a hell of a lot more shit to say than "I'm sad." That's it. Thanks for reading.