There's no point in living anymore. I tried being nice and all I got was being labelled a stalker. With time slowly marching on, I will face my ultimate destiny, which is to end my life.
I feel that I am not alone who tried to think out the best possible one-two-word characteristics of myself. As for me that would eternal wanderer. Just because I was trying to find myself so many times and eventually was just losing the last parts.
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