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I'm the cause of my greatest miseries.
I'm going to be sick.

I've nothing to offer anyone that can't be found elsewhere, and of better quality. People are invariable better off without me; Claire, Anasatasiya, and Suzannah stand testament to this. I'm alone by my own hand, and I will always be alone. In the end, everyone will forget me.

Update: I'm better now. I'm just angry, and stressed, and disappointed. And heartbroken and lonely.