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“Sometimes I begin to believe that the entire world is a mechanism specifically designed to annoy the hell out of me. Sometimes I think of the world just folding up, crumpling into uselessness and oblivion when I die. Because it won’t have anyone to piss off. And of course, I contemplate the effects of my suicide daily…” Thus began my diary, a few years ago. I hate the things, as they’re a supreme form of egotism, but when your friends – check that, shallow acquaintances seem obsessed with things you’d gladly see erased permanently from the face of the earth, or at least banned, well, thoughts have to go somewhere, ri
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