/lit/ - Literature

>>14811156
I don't remember the last time I felt happy, really smiling and excited about life and in the moment. I don't think I really have any friends that enjoy spending their time with me. I neglect and avoid my relationships until everyone gives up on me because it is easier to be a disappointment than to actually inspire others. I'm not proud of anything I have ever done, I'm an overwhelming failure. I'm not even really a failure, because to fail you have to try, and I'm not even doing that. When I try to do something I quit before I even get going out of embarrassment from my ineptitude. I've upset my parents for years, nothing I do is helpful for them and I'm jut a burden on their lives. They would be better off if I was never born. I can't make enough money to go to college and I don't want to just wageslave until I die alone. Nothing about me is special, I'm just another rock in a bucket. When I was kid I dreamed of going to so many places and all the things I wanted to be and to make. Now I just want this nightmare to end. I think I should just kill myself.