I were good at something. I’m probably the most useless human being on the planet. I’m 21 years old and literally have nothing to show for it. I’ve never excelled at anything, I’ve never been better than anyone else. All I am is mediocre. I wouldn’t even know what to try out to try and become good at anything. I’m a failure. I’ll never be anything. I wish I’d have succeeded in killing myself every time I’ve tried so far. I’m not even good at that. I can’t even kill myself right.

It feels like I’m suffocating.

Who gives a fuck I’m alone? I’ve got all of the xanax in the fucking world hahahahaha goodbye emotions! I’ll send you right the fuck out the window where you should be!

Maybe some people are just meant to be alone and unhappy. I feel like I’m supposed to be one of those people. There is no other half for me. That’s the message I’ve gotten so far from all sides. I’m supposed to help others be happy, but never myself be truely happy. I must have really fucked up bad in a past life to have to deal with this shitty hand I’ve been dealt.

It’s a filthy stain on this planet. People are disgusting.

Purple Hat. It was said…by the donkey. Purple. Hat. Purple Hat.

Or is it getting darker in here? Hehe my mind is running wild with the most deliciously terrible things lately.

Ftw