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My name is Sam, and I'm just yet another depressed, self-hating teenager.

I love you?

I love you. What does that even mean? Is love even real? I have never felt it. I don’t believe I ever will to be honest. I think I am unable to love anything or anyone.

I hate everyone and everything.

How come life can’t be as easy as it used to be…

I just want to curl up into a ball and cry.

Why do you treat me like this?

crashedoutonthefloor: So is society.