I’m sorry, I don’t belong in this world. I don’t know how to be with others, how to fit in. Actually, I don’t even want to. The frustrations are too tiring. I give up. I’m safe, at home behind closed doors. Now i’m lonely and jealous. It’s bad either way. I can’t choose. I’ve always been this way. I don’t really love anyone. I hate myself mostly. To be alive or dead is my choice, it’s my right.