Unwanted94
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I've never been this lonely in my entire life. I can't even describe it. I feel so forsaken, rejected, worthless, small, like a pest, and cursed to death. I wish I knew why no one ever stays in my life. I wish I knew exactly why people seem so repulsed by me and why I am doomed to this bitter life of absolute worthlessness.
No matter how much I try to get my mind of it, I can't. I continue to feel unloved and small, and I constantly think about ending it every single day.
How do I cope with this ********? I stay home a lot these days because going out on my own was only making me more depressed. I only really go out if I have to. There are places that I will go out my own that I don't mind, like the book store. I have a younger brother, and we occasionally do things together, but that isn't very often. This is all becoming really unbearable, and the one thing that seemed to be helping me was cannabis, but I ran out, and the one person that I was buying it from said that they won't have any 'till whenever, and they said they'd let me know, but I'm sure they will forget about me too. Everyone does. I hope I don't sound whiny, but this is the ******* truth. You just don't ******* know.
I don't think my self-destructive ways are going to do me in as soon as I'd like it to. I can only escape this living nightmare in my sleep, for my dreams are often wonderful, and I wish to sleep for an eternity.
No matter how much I try to get my mind of it, I can't. I continue to feel unloved and small, and I constantly think about ending it every single day.
How do I cope with this ********? I stay home a lot these days because going out on my own was only making me more depressed. I only really go out if I have to. There are places that I will go out my own that I don't mind, like the book store. I have a younger brother, and we occasionally do things together, but that isn't very often. This is all becoming really unbearable, and the one thing that seemed to be helping me was cannabis, but I ran out, and the one person that I was buying it from said that they won't have any 'till whenever, and they said they'd let me know, but I'm sure they will forget about me too. Everyone does. I hope I don't sound whiny, but this is the ******* truth. You just don't ******* know.
I don't think my self-destructive ways are going to do me in as soon as I'd like it to. I can only escape this living nightmare in my sleep, for my dreams are often wonderful, and I wish to sleep for an eternity.