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I have come to the conclusion that I am completely worthless. Don’t sit back and shake your head and comment and try to console me that I’m not, that I have a value. I don’t need that.
Maybe not that I’m worthless, but being told all the time by your peers and parents and relatives and friends, not really even told, but the whole body language thing comes into play as well, but just the judging and ‘negative’ comments, or whatev.
No one will ever know what your going through. You are the only person that will ever know. People go through similar situations, but they aren’t you, they don’t know.
You have friends to console you of your worth, but even they piss you off.
I have one good friend, all the rest are like, eh whatev friends. They are there for entertainment to put it simply. You can’t tell them shit. So when I’m mad at my friend who do I tell? I have no one.
People online, I tell you stuff, but it’s not even, it’s not like, even real. In a sense you are as good as a papertowel, you soak up information, leak back a comment, and then that’s it. On the internet you are as thin as air. Worthless.
I will be judged by what I’m writing, probably offend a lot of people.
Right now I just feel so useless. I’m not trying to pull a ‘poor me’ card but I do, feel like I’m nothing to everyone. Teachers have favorites; I’m not one of them. I’m not popular, I’m not perfect, I’m not anything. I can’t sing, play an instrument, or stick with anything I ever start.
I will never have a good relationship with my father, and we’ve seen each other every day, almost, of my life. We live in the same house, and we never talk. It’s unfortunate to think that some kids would kill to be in my situation with their father, and I can’t tell my dad shit, I can’t. It’s easier to avoid him than try to get along with him.
Maybe I’m selfish.
There’s no way out of anything though. Not even death, God is supposedly going to judge you too, after you die, Judgement Day is coming. Life after death is now something I don’t look forward to. I’m sick of being judged. I can’t be accepted.
After reading this you won’t take me for what I am. You will judge like it or not, you will. I can’t control it, you can’t either. You will think I weird, you will think I have issues or depressed or just selfish. It’s a simple fact. And I hate it. I can’t stand being myself anymore. I’m sick of everything.
I need change. I need something new. Something I will never have I guess.
If you read all this, thank you. I owe you one, even though you do judge.
Maybe not that I’m worthless, but being told all the time by your peers and parents and relatives and friends, not really even told, but the whole body language thing comes into play as well, but just the judging and ‘negative’ comments, or whatev.
No one will ever know what your going through. You are the only person that will ever know. People go through similar situations, but they aren’t you, they don’t know.
You have friends to console you of your worth, but even they piss you off.
I have one good friend, all the rest are like, eh whatev friends. They are there for entertainment to put it simply. You can’t tell them shit. So when I’m mad at my friend who do I tell? I have no one.
People online, I tell you stuff, but it’s not even, it’s not like, even real. In a sense you are as good as a papertowel, you soak up information, leak back a comment, and then that’s it. On the internet you are as thin as air. Worthless.
I will be judged by what I’m writing, probably offend a lot of people.
Right now I just feel so useless. I’m not trying to pull a ‘poor me’ card but I do, feel like I’m nothing to everyone. Teachers have favorites; I’m not one of them. I’m not popular, I’m not perfect, I’m not anything. I can’t sing, play an instrument, or stick with anything I ever start.
I will never have a good relationship with my father, and we’ve seen each other every day, almost, of my life. We live in the same house, and we never talk. It’s unfortunate to think that some kids would kill to be in my situation with their father, and I can’t tell my dad shit, I can’t. It’s easier to avoid him than try to get along with him.
Maybe I’m selfish.
There’s no way out of anything though. Not even death, God is supposedly going to judge you too, after you die, Judgement Day is coming. Life after death is now something I don’t look forward to. I’m sick of being judged. I can’t be accepted.
After reading this you won’t take me for what I am. You will judge like it or not, you will. I can’t control it, you can’t either. You will think I weird, you will think I have issues or depressed or just selfish. It’s a simple fact. And I hate it. I can’t stand being myself anymore. I’m sick of everything.
I need change. I need something new. Something I will never have I guess.
If you read all this, thank you. I owe you one, even though you do judge.