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I'm upset of everyone. I'm upset of myself. I keep thinking why God keeps me breathing when I know I have nothing to do with my life. It's pointless. I keep thinking why am I here, why am I doing this and why am I feeling that depression which I don't deserve — I'm still a little girl, but I'm already surrounded by complicated things which I can't even explain by myself. I'm sick and tired of seeing everyone else happily enjoy being theirselves and being with their best friends, having fun with all their similarities, they're reckless about love and worryless about everything. I'm tired of hearing bullshit everyone say, every single day of my life. Why can't I be someone else? Why can't I stay happily in heaven without feeling the sour and pain in your world, God? I know there must be some reasons, but I need to know those reasons.