I get up each day, not sure why I’m still here. I don’t want a future, I have nothing to live for. People love me, but I don’t feel like they do, you know? I feel pointless and a waste of space and I know deep in my heart that everyone would be better off without me.
I mean, I’m always going to be alone, I’m never going to fulfill any of my hopes or dreams. I have nothing. No reasons. Whereas I have plenty of reasons to go: I’m fat, I’m ugly, I’m annoying, none of my friends actually like me, I screw […]