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This is the part when I start complaining about how crappy my life is, and how terrible things are for me.

This is the part when I talk about how another girl has played me for the fool.

This is the part when I start questioning the purpose of my life.

This is the part when I say "What's the point any more?"

This is the part when I start talking about how depressed I am.

This is the part when I complain about my teenage angst, the thing that infects countless others on this planet.

This is the part when I start asking "why is this happening to me?"

This is the part when I start begging for the reader's sympathy.

This is the part when I continue to talk about how depressed I am.

This is the part when I quote someone because I'm not smart enough to come up with original material.

This is the part when I start venting out all of my frustration because I have no other place to vent this very second.

This is the part when I say "I'm so sick of everyone's drama."

This is the part when I drown my sorrows in the lyrics of a song because I'm not clever enough to comprehend my own feelings, so I lean upon a song because of my emotional problems

This is the part when I start complaining about my pointless emotional problems...

It's amazing really, how the outcome of a single event can leave you on either an emotional high, or an emotional low. I'll let you guess on which one I'm on. These emotions cannot be trusted. Non of them do me any good. I feel I should be exempt from dealing with all the dumb stuff that every other human being on this planet has to go through, because I have the logical reasoning to break everything down into cause and effect, and other psychological reasoning. Too bad I'm trapped in the same dimension as the other 6.7 billion people on this doomed planet.
I thought I could change the rules and still thrive.
In order to succeed on this earth, you must abide by its rules.
I can't do anything without the all mighty dollar.
I can't get the all mighty dollar without the help of the evils of advertisement.
And then what? I become what I am trying to fight against. Corporate America. There is nothing worse.

How can I disrupt the established order without causing physical harm to anyone, and without long-term negative consequences? In short, how can I break the rules?

This is the part when I say something clever, and then stop typing

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