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“I don’t want to be alone. I have never wanted to be alone. I fucking hate it. I hate that I have no one to talk to, I hate that I have no one to call, I hate that I have no one to hold my hand, hug me, tell me everything is going to be all right. I hate that I have no one to share my hopes and dreams with. I hate that I no longer have any hopes or dreams, I hate that I have no one to tell me to hold on, that I can find them again. I hate that when I scream, and I scream bloody murder, that I am screaming into emptiness. I hate how there is no one to hear my scream and that there is no one to help me learn how to stop screaming. I hate that what I’ve turned to in my lonliness lives in a pipe or a bottle. I hate that what I have turned to in my lonliness is killing me, has already killed me, or will kill me soon. I hate that I will die alone. I will die alone in my own horror.” — A Million Little Pieces.
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