Theres no way to explain the depth of how fucked up my life is.
I dont know why I bother.
I write and erase becuase it just will sound crazy and whether anybody understands or not, doesnt matter.
Reality is what it is.
My life is pointless. I am sick, moneyless, and skilless. All i do is cause problems in life.
there is nothing good about me.
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You may be sick, you may not have a lot of money, but you aren’t skill less. You wrote this and posted this all by yourself.