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Whee, I wish I was someone else, someone pretty and famous, and better than myself. Someone who loved me, someone who cared. Damn life shouldn't be this awful, should it? But I guess I don't have it that bad. Lots of people have it worse. All that happens to me is that every day I die again, and I live with a psychotic b***h intent on driving me to the point of suicide. But still, I'm probably better than anyone else, to you, I have it easy, to you, we should trade lives. But I'm still gonna b***h about it so kiss my a**.