I HAVE NONE TO GIVE.
I start to feel like I can't maintain the facade any longer, that I may just start to show through. And I wish I knew what was wrong. Maybe something about how stupid my whole life is. I don't know. Why does the rest of the world put up with the hypocrisy, the need to put a happy face on sorrow, the need to keep on keeping on?...I don't know the answer, I know only that I can't. I don't want any more vicissitudes, I don't want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I've had it. I am so tired. I am twenty-six and I am already exhausted.
That's Dickens and Wurtzel; you know it's bad.
I don't know what to say at this point outside of good luck to all of you on making it through this week. I love you.
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