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shit don't happen to me like everyone else.
love doesn't mean anything to me.
i see it. never will experience it. so i'll never believe in it.
i like how i'm 15. caught inbetween 10 and 20 and yet, i'm depressed already.
personally, i think God hates me. probably for being gay.

woops. there i go again. trying to make people pity me.