why does life suck so bad?
i hate when reality comes crashing back in. i try to ignore the facts, but i just can't do it. i'm useless. there's no point to me even being alive. what am i good for? i'll tell you what i'm good for...
1. to occupy space
2. to be taken advantage of
3. to be ignored
4. when noticed, to be ridiculed for being fat and ugly
5. to be made fun of.
see. those are the things that i do. i hate my life. i just want to curl up and die. i hate myself and i hate everyone else. the good thing about having hardly any friends is that they can't lie to you and tell you your pretty or sexy or whatever. friends lie to your face instead of confirming the truth.
i'm not good enough. i'm not worthy. there's no point to my being here. if i were to die right now... the only people who would care would be my immediate family. i would estimate a grieving time of one week. then i'd just be a picture on a mantle. no one would really remember me.
7:47 p.m. - July 29, 2008
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