I Hate Everything. I am so angry at my mother, at my father, my sister, my brother. Nobody understands me. My own boyfriend can't stand me. Why would he? I can't even stand me.
I don't know why we suffer through this joke called human existance. It must be some kind of elaborate joke that somebody or something is playing on us. If I could be selfish enough I'd do myself in. But it would be unfair to hurt my grandma like that. So I just continue on in this poor excuse of a life and hope that the end comes soon.
What kind of pathetic loser makes a post like this anyway? A desperate lonely pathetic loser. That would be me.