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It was over. There was nothing more Jake could do, for he had done it all. Every ability, fact, and idea had been explored. And it hurt so badly, his whole life dedicated to doing everything and now there was nothing left. Nothing but death.On the wall of this strange room at the end of the universe which he stood in was writing. His own language, one of the many he created for the sake of it, although it was by far his favorite. Thousands upon thousands of entries to some journal. All signed Jake.37,908 Jakes before him, all recounting thei...
His heart was broken. Sarah, his truest of loves, had left him. She could not bear to deal with him any longer. In and out of the hospital, Sarah saw George as a burden both financially and mentally more than another person she could share her life with. George could not understand, as all he ever did was care. To him, a relationship only entailed constant mutual care for the other, but Sarah required more than that, and George could not fulfill her demands. As a hopeless romantic, all George could do was love during the relationship and we...
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This story contains sensitive themes such as mental health, physical violence, and suicide. I do not know why people are mad at me. They say things, yell things, that I think they think will hurt me. They seem to not be able to control this anger that they have. I have done nothing wrong to them, so I do not understand their reaction. It seems merely childish to me. They cannot think well enough, perhaps.I have done a few things, I suppose. Nothing that is as bad as their yells, of course, but I think I might know why they are so deafenin...
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