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I feel disgusting (disgusted?). This is my life. My father's sharp voice drones on downstairs. I sit here, full of used/misused potential. My head is filled with deadlines, locations, past due notices, bills. My usual surpressing isn't working tonight. Feels like a malfunction. I don't know if I'm sick or not. Or just lethargic.

There. I've been all angsty. Frankly, I think I've been holding back as of late. Very unhealthy.