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Yet another day of crying in bed and wallowing in self pity, waiting for bedtime. Living and taking care of myself is too hard, I'm so fucking baffled how i became such a fucking incompetent sack of shit. I've tried everything: hobby activities, hanging around with normies, went to school and work and everything did fuck-all or just made my feelings of disconnect towards everyone and everything even stronger. When the damage has been done during crucial developing years as an impressionable young person, it seems you are fucked up in the head for life. This world holds no place for me and only thing ahead of me is to wait for the day that i finally snap and decide to take my own life. Or that I cease to take care of myself altogether and die 'accidentally'.