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68th Entry - 27 December 2016, 9pm

"What a waste of a life. I don't even know why I bother with life. At this point in time I can not think of one thing to keep living for. No one needs me here. My life is a waste. Someone else should be using the oxygen I waste everyday. I would trade my life for Granny's in an instant. She is needed. I am a waste. A third-wheeling waste of air and piece of crap. I bring no joy, love or kindness to anyone around me. I am a leech of happiness and fun. The Grinch of life. The anchor to the drowning man that is my life. I don't want this anymore. If there were an off switch I would be out of here. And, it's not like I am not afraid of death- I am. It scares me. But seriously, can hell be any worse than this shell of my life. A waste. This is a waste. There are hundreds of people everyday who wish that they or someone they love can have one more day. I will give my entire life to them. My death will be my unicorn moment. Not that I'll do anything."

E.H.

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