I just feel like I want to die. I haven’t got much to live for. People in my life would be sad if I died, when I die, for a small amount of time, and they would get over it and move on like I didn’t exist. My brother was the chosen, lovable child anyway. And now he has a baby so what the fuck am I. Less than what I was before. Less than nothing. Nobody can love me. Not me.
