Why did I have to be born? I don't understand why people care about me, I'm such a waste of time and space. I don't do anything. If I could pick when, how, and where to die. I would. I mean, what's the point in living if you're miserable. Some things make me happy, but it's nothing that's physically with me. It's all from a little electric device. I know shouldn't be staring at a screen 24/7, but I can't help it. I'm always bored and have nothing to do, there is better and more productive things I could be doing, but it would just take all my energy, so I don't see a point. Why am I still even living, I'm so incredibly wasteful. I don't appreciate anything, I'm ungrateful. People say they care about me, I highly doubt that though. I don't listen to what people tell me, I try to be nice to people. But I can't. I'm so quiet and sometimes when I feel targeted, or uncomfortable I can't speak. I don't know what's wrong with me, I lie to myself, and I tell myself there is nothing wrong with me, but in the back of mind, I know there is something wrong with me.
