life seems more unappealing as the days go on realizing more and more everyday how much of a burden you are to everyone you love and you only cause inconvenience or pain and make everyone not want to talk to you because you’re nothing but a pile of rot. and then you realize it would be beneficial if you died because your best friend would surely be happier with a different friend and your partner could be happier without your existence and your family doesnt have to live with a disappointment everyday because they know you’re just a worthless loser. so then you sit in your bed with a stuffed bear gifted to you and it’s the only thing to keep you sane as you fight tears so no one hears you because they’ll just hate you if you do. then you start to lose your shit when your laptop wont turn on for games or music or anything so you’re stuck in silence and it kills you internally and you just want to die more and more. you realize it wouldnt matter either way.
yeah it’s great.