Surprise surprise..

Why is it so easy for someone else to make me feel that way?! Why do I give people that power? I’m sat here thinking about all these people I trout were friends and who liked me, and not one of them gives a damn about me. I think about contacting them, but don’t want to be a burden. So I’m alone, thinking about how hard life is, how much I wish I could go to sleep and never wake up. No one would care. I doubt anyone would notice for a good while. I’d just lie here slowly decomposing till someone noticed the smell. I wish I could take that final step and stop being a coward. I’m used. People contact me when I can be useful. That’s it. I don’t want to be a worker bee. But it appears that it’s all I’m good for. When I stop being useful i get discarded. I’m tired of being used. I’m tired of this life, well, this existence, I can’t call it a life. I just wish I had an off switch, could just shut myself off, power down and leave this crappy existence. Nothingness would be bliss in comparison! Sorry for the vent on your post. 🙁