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I worked out my arm

I honestly think you can handle that third class. You're going to be stuck in college until you're thirty at this rate.

Yeah, man, trying to keep your 4.0 while working is stressful. That’s expecting an awful lot out of yourself, for anyone. I have a 3.95, which stressed me out because I got one B (in history). That was the semester I had to check into IP. I had to quit work for a few months. I think one question you...

I hope my transcript doesn't get lost again.

I wrote ten GOOD pages, ones that I won't have to delete.

I could die tomorrow and be perfectly happy with the life I've lived.

I feel like a failure.

I will devote my life to making sure that doesn't happen.

You guys are the best fuckin parents in the whole fuckin world anyone could fucking ask for. Thank you.

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and my chest hurts

I hope I don't freak out on my next family vacation.

I'm sorry to tell you this, but you're not going to make it.

I wish I could run two miles without my legs hurting.

I only work in social services jobs because that's all I know how to do.

I pretend that I like people and I like helping people.


But deep inside, I hate everybody. I hate the world. I'd be glad to see it all burn.

And I'm worried I'll someday snap.

Writing a novel takes a long time by yourself. I’ve been writing my books for 13 hours a day and I’m happier now than I ever was during the school year. It’s a great outlet for feelings and issues. I’d write about a situation that happened to me and how I could have resolved it differently, kill off...

One of my coping skills is that I think of a way that I am awesome. When you find a reason why you’re awesome, you become a lot less depressed because you prove to yourself that you are, in fact, and awesome person. So I invite everyone to share a reason why they are so awesome. It doesn’t have to b...

I act like I’m confident and people depend on me being confident.

But I’m really just faking. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing most of the time.

I am proud of myself for finally buying that wireless keyboard so I can sit on the couch and type, which will save my back and neck. The next step is to hook my computer up to my 50-inch TV.

I am proud of writing eleven pages of my first draft. They’re actually decent this time, I think.

What do you mean by you might have gotten my diagnosis wrong?!

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