I’m supposed to be relaxing right now but I don’t feel like doing anything, even sleeping. I’m so racked up with guilt that nothing seems fun or appealing beyond wallowing in self pity and despair.
Damn, I’m one miserable person.
I’m alone almost all the time; couldn’t find success if I tried. All paths seem dark and hopeless.
It’s very slow, but with every day I grow more weary and willing to die. I’m tired of living in such an unfair world.
I feel so disturbed, like I’m  going to puke from how upset I am.
I just felt so distant from people today; I knew the people I saw weren’t malicious, but I couldn’t help but feel so far away nevertheless. It made me real lonely.
Then I was pretty much ignored by someone who was supposed to be a friend, and I snapped. My eyes got sore with held back tears and I drifted even further from people,where I was only feeling a constant pain. The worst thing about it all was that inside I felt terrible, but in the crowd I was in at the time […]
I fit in nowhere, not even here.
I will never have meaningful relationships, or maybe even a half-decent career or job.
A lot of people seem to like me, but nobody loves me. Is it because I’m ugly? Stupid? Indecisive? Depressed? It’s probably all those things. I am truly forever alone, incapable of forming bonds or living a happy and meaningful life. I’m useless.