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I'm stuck; I've known that for a while. I guess I should feel lucky that I have someone to live with, it's better than being homeless; it's still not a very good situation for me.

Other people have real problems; I can't help them either. It's not useful for me to point that out; nothing I do anyways is useful. I'm just trying to have an excuse to be self-loathing; I don't really need an excuse anyways.

I feel as if I am already repeating myself; that doesn't matter. I don't even know if I actually am.