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Just when I thought things can't get worse, I manage to scramble things even worse for myself. It's as if I don't have enough reasons to hate myself, I always manage to find something new to be ashamed of. I feel my depression crawling up on my neck slowly, and sitting down on top of my head as a lazy cat, and then starts nibbling away on my brain. I'll try to finish the projects I started during the spring break, then I'll just let my self sink. Call me emo, whatever, if that makes your day, knock yer self out...