I’ve never felt connected in life. I don’t know how to act round other people, and as a result of this I’m constantly fucking up, because I don’t know what to say.
I’ve always hated myself. Always. I hate my annoying, attention seeking personality. I hate how I never recognise myself in the mirror.
Nobody wants me. They don’t want to be around me.
My family just ignore me, and so do my friends. Sometimes I even doubt my existence.
I hate how I don’t stand out. Nobody looks at me. Or cares. I’m barely human.
To make it worse, I can hear them whispering, the little voices inside my head, telling me to do it, to kill myself. They’re always there, and sometimes their presence becomes unbearable.
I know one thing: I will kill myself. It might not be today, or tomorrow. It might not even be next year. But I will someday, that is certain.