There is no future for me. I had grand hopes of being a philosopher and filmmaker and poet, but now I have hopes to make it to my 21st birthday alive. Even though there is so much I haven’t done yet, I am ready to die. I don’t see any point in continuing to live. I am a bad person. I am very sorry it had to end like this.
These thoughts are running through my head:
you will never be anything worthwhile
you are foolish to delude yourself otherwise
you will be alone forever
you are ugly
things will never get better
other people’s lives are worse because of you
you are […]