Journal Entry #1

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August 17th 2018

Am I afraid of dying?

No.

I'm not afraid to die because I never saw the point of me living. I always thought about this and I didn't even know what my purpose in life is. I always seemed to never fit in or never be good enough. And I constantly hate myself for everything. If I die right now would anybody even care?

I guess people like the ordinary. And now I was in London a place I never been before. I moved with my mom so I don't have to loose her but I hardly see her because of her new job. I just feel alone. The whole entire city gave me asthma and I hated it.

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