I'm so tired
I feel horrible. Constantly. I feel so horrible. I have no justification to exist. I have no reason to be here. All I do is waste resources and I know damn well this world would be better without me. I'm doing everybody a disservice by not killing myself. The only reason i'm not dead is because i'm a coward. I'm not talented, I don't have many friends and the friends I do have are growing apart. I can't make new friends. I've tried. I've fucking tried, but there is something fundamentally wrong with me. Either they don't like me much or I push them away first.
I can't complain about that though. I don't deserve to really. I probably don't even deserve to speak. I won't bother getting better anymore. It's pointless. I waste so much time for everyone.
I hope one day I can learn to shut my mouth, and maybe learn to die. Everything would be better that way.