why am I still alive? my parents hate me. i always leave things ‘half-done’, according to them. everything i touch is ruined. i don’t deserve anything. my one good friend is now a minecraft addict. he hates me and now he speaks fluent insult to me. the voices in my dreams. they also hate me, like everyone else in this world. i just sit down and compose music. dark, depressing music. music that sums up my life:
depressed and worthless
there is nothing I can do.
except kill myself.