There really is nothing worth living for. I have never experienced love or real sex. A dark fumble and bitter taste is about all. I’ve never had anyone put their arms around me at a bus stop and made sure I got home ok. I’ve never shown love to another nor received it. I haven’t even come remotely close to it.
I have no money.
I have no real friends.
I have family that I never see.
What is the point of living, accumulating more debt and worrying about how I will live this life? It will be easier for everyone involved if I just wasn’t here rather than everyone worrying about this freak.
Jesus.
What a total waste of space.
I don’t deserve to exist.
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