This week, I’ve gone through three broken friendships and witnessed the death of a family member.
And yet I haven’t killed myself—I haven’t even cut myself. I really should reward myself for that!#ocart
I know full well that I'm a loser with no talents or virtues whatsoever, and everyone constantly reminds me that I'm a pathetic wretch who deserves to be hated…That's why I watch videos about people dying every day.
I always draw a little false comfort from those who have died tragically. But I don’t seem to realize that they have been freed from their suffering, while I must continue to survive in this world—continually subjected to contempt, humiliation, and scorn.
Everyone thinks I don’t care about socializing. In fact, I’m constantly checking out the accounts that have liked or followed me (I always hope that one day they’ll notice me and we’ll become friends, but in reality, it feels like I've been beheading and dunked in ice water)