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I'm sick of going out because I see everyone and their everything and I want to throw something sharp. I'm sick of having goals that can't be obtained. I'm sick of seeing you. I'm sick of being let down and hurt as soon as I walk in a room. I'm sick of being pissed and paranoid all the time. I'm sick of trying to make things more comfortable. I'm sick of being sad. I want to be happy like everyone else, but lately it's not that easy. Nothing touches me, except pain. I hear one word and I'm off. Off on a downward spiral to the very bottom where no one ventures, but where I always seem to find myself.