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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 8:06 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 3:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 5:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 10:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 7:42 pm
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On my mum's side. My Grand dad shot himself. I too am plauged by daily onsets of anguish, but I don't have any vents. Nobody listens because nobody gives a damn in my town about my lack of mental stability. And when I do try to vent, I am called 'emo f**', 'creep', and other degredading term used by the linguistically challenged red necks the make up the population. Creep, because I use rather descriptive, dark and... artistic, somewhat poetic script. f**, because I am a well known, gossiped about monochromatic rainbow-chaser. Emo, If you cant figre that out, you are an idiot. Basically, I would be better off dead, and I lack the positive social support that most others have. So yes, family history of depression.
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