Fantasy Vs. Reality
WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY?
Every time after I have one decent day in my life, the next day has to be absolutely shitty…
All of this homework, I can’t even… I want to just leave this planet, no one would care anyways so that makes this task a little bit easier.
I haven’t cried since I was 9, and I really want to for once, but I just can’t… it makes it easier when I think about the facts: All my friends are against me… Just kidding, I don’t have any friends… I actually never did, and I guess I never will. It’s the same damn story all the time…
I hate being as much of a mistake as I am… it disgusts me… I’m just nothing. Actually, that’s false, I just take up and waste space… which is not hard since I’m not even skinny.
I just hate my life and myself too much, I can’t even put it into words… I don’t know why I would even try to put it into words though, no one will read them; no one cares about me.
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It hurts, it really does.
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