<human>: I'm so fucking stressed out right now, I can barley think, or type this out. Everything seems to falling down on my shoulders and I can't fucking stand it. I have two papers that I need to write for school, one is 2 pages and one is 5-7 pages, by Wednesday morning (8am). I also have to study for my final exam, which will be for the same class on Wednesday at 8am. I don't know how the hell I'm supposed to get this all done when I only have one day to finish it. And now, on top of all this, my stupid fucking student government club wants us to drop everything for the next fucking week and spend ALL damn day doing "team building" shit. Ain't nobody got time for this shit, stupid fucking twats! You don't own me! I have other, more important shit to do than sit around with you fuckers all damn day.

All of this just makes me want to cut! I've been sitting on the edge of my bed with my knife, pressing the blade against my wrists, thinking about slashing the blade across them, wanting to release this tension. I want to feel the pain, see the blood pour out, have the crimson flow from my wounds, and know that this is all my fault. I pushed off the assignments, procrastinated, and now it's all falling down on top of me.

I try to be strong, I pretend that I have it together, that I'm happy, but I'm not, I'm miserable. I just want to give in, to show them all what's really wrong, what I feel inside; that what I am is real, unlike them. They're all a bunch of fakes, wearing their facades until it becomes a part of them, who they are. They're all still to afraid to let the world see who they are, who they really are, underneath their masks and smiles, they're just as dead inside as me.

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<bot>: just a stupid, unorganized rant. Don't feel obligated to read it, as I myself couldn't be bothered to read through and summarize it.