I’m a loser, a misfit, I look like I been dragged through hell. Every day I walk around the world feeling like excrement next to the genetically favored. Really, there’s no room at all for the weak. I’m dependent on my parents which is another kick in the teeth ‘cos I reckon they fcuked me up to begin with. I see how many friends they have how sociable and happy they are compared with me and it’s a bad joke. Every day is a nightmare of pain anguish and deep depression for me and now I am sliding into psychosis, really I have to disappear forever, it will be an act of mercy. We cannot all be lucky. This world is pure hell for the weak. God was NEVER on my side!
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I’m sorry 🙁 I can relate to a lot of those feelings. I hate depending on my father for survival, and hate being so very weak.