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[Posted June 16 at like 11:30 pm]

I've made an oath. Or... sort of an oath. It's not big enough that I would commit suicide if I broke it, but still. Promise to myself, that I'm going to work my hairy, white a** off to stay out of other people's s**t. If they want to come to me and tell me their problems, then that is just fine. But I won't tell or mention that s**t to anyone else, at all. Ever. Except my counselor, because by law she cannot talk to anyone else about it. I will keep all my ranting to my mother, to myself, to my diary, and to my counselor. I will stop making other people's problems my s**t. It's not my business. I will not make it my business, and if someone else makes it my business, I will back out and make it very clear to everyone else that I do not consider it my business. I'm tired of being hated. I'm tired of being bitter. I'm tired of everything I have to go through. I hate acting like I don't know what's going on. It's like middle school all over again. I was alone, depressed, and downright [******** up in middle school. I do not want to go back there. I need to move on. I need to be happy. I'm tired of feeling this hard squeeze in my sternum. I'm tired of wanting and needing attention so badly that I take it anywhere I can find it, I take it from assholes who don't deserve me. I'm settling. Like so many of my friends, whose s**t I make my business. You know what? I won't be them. I'll learn from them. But I won't worry over them. It's their lives, their mistakes.

Gentlemen, I wash my hands of this wierdness.