since WHEN does my library not allow renewing of book club materials!!!!

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since WHEN does my library not allow renewing of book club materials!!!!
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It hurts the most to recognize I’m not going to change. That I’m going to destroy myself eventually, and in turn hurt others that surround me. The others that chose to be around me because they thought otherwise might occur, it's not as if they were blind to it. They thought that I held a capacity to not do what I will, that maybe they could show me there were reason not to. And they were wrong and there lay a mutual chagrin in the stagnant air. They will be wrong and I don’t want them to be. I see so much to them all, the only fault is the lack of conditions they impose on our affections. There is nothing to deny me my place to them all. No value that denies a semblance of love. None other than myself, if it were truly unconditional, it would persist and we would all be contented. That’s the idea behind the term of unconditional, it doesn’t rest on variables. It doesn’t necessitate evaluation and hypotheses, it will occur, and this will not. When I do what is damaging, I will destroy this term. I will destroy myself, and I will destroy a part of them. I’m a toxic person.
I don’t know what’s real anymore because all I see is what i’ve made up.
I don’t know who to trust anymore because I can’t trust myself with the choice.
I don’t know why it matters so much when I recognize nothing matters.
I don’t know how I will come back from this place, because it’s only become perceived I’ve always been here.
I don’t know.
I’m a toxic person.
I have no capacity for enjoyment anymore, everything just either sucks or doesn’t suck and I still feel shitty at the end of it all
I accidentally cut my self with my razor while shaving my legs