I have no future. No hope of ever seeing my dreams become reality. I’m living in this world of nothingness, knowing it will never be more than nothing. I will never be loved, and even if I am, I could never really believe it, because I could never love myself. I will never be accepted, because I am dark, and people prefer light. I will never be beautiful or thin. I will never have talent or success. I will never be good enough for myself or anyone else. The pain of my past and present make me ache beyond what I can handle. Nobody hears me or cares. I understand why they don’t, but it still hurts greatly. I feel trapped in expectation and rules, trying to live up to some standard set by someone I don’t know. I want to be happy, but I could never pull myself out of this pit, and no one else is willing to help me. I just don’t understand this despair or this world that allows such despair. Is there really a point in it all? I’m supposed to be made stronger by all of this, but I just feel weaker and weaker. I don’t know how much longer I will last.