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Looking back on a couple of entries I had written about my childhood, I have come to a comclusion that my childhood is definitely fucked up. No wonder why I am mentally messed up. Also, it makes sense why I want to move far, far, far away so badly.

I still hope that my childhood won't screw me up in the long run, but guess what? It has already screwed me up, and my future doesn't look good anymore.
:-(