I am completely sick of my life, sick of living. It’s a trial to endure and I can’t stand it.
Here I sit, on yet another lonely night of many. I feel ridiculous and ashamed being in my 30’sand talking to a stuffed toy animal but he’s my only friend. Years ago I thought I had actual human friends; now that I’m far away in this hellhole of a town, I learned the truth. When you’re down and out, no one loves you. Even my own family doesn’t care if I live or die.
I have no one. I’m ugly, awkward, penniless, daily in chronic physical pain. Who will bury me? Will they know enough to bury me with my favorite doll? Shall I leave a note with such an insane request?