Nothing maters to me any more. Yet at the same time it does. I’m dangerously low in mood. And I can’t seem to ask for help. But at the same time I don’t want to. Then again, I want someone to notice how much I am hurting, and no one does. Because I am too good at hiding it. I really am sorry. I’ve destroyed myself, I have lived up to my reputation. The reputation I hate. 

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