I am always sad for no reason. I cry myself to sleep alone in my room. I write poems on wattpad how I feel about the world. I always wonder why I’m still living, it’s for people I care about my mom, my friends. My friends don’t give a damn about me but I still love them. I can’t look in the mirror without insulting myself. I literally have no point in this messed up world. It is the ugliest place I’ve ever been. I have lost my sanity that I have made a finger puppet to talk to. Afew days later I stopped talking to him and I feel like I hurt him and I cry and cry I’m a cry baby I am a wimp. I am not strong enough to commit suicide I need a suicide encourager in my life and I would of done it. I doubt anyone would finish reading this but if you didn’t, that’s okay I’ll still rant on. If I weren’t me and I was somebody else I’d hate me. I already hate me. If you read this to the end thank you. I’m sorry for waisting your time but I didn’t know where else to go.