I’m struggling to find a reason not to end it all. End the suffering, the pain of knowing what’s to come. I don’t want to live a whole lifetime devoid of pleasure. Never knowing what it’s it like to be liked, to belong, to be loved. I’m tired of being this enormous loser. I’m joke to everyone, even passers by. I wear my pathetic inadequacies for all to see, my face is enough to make people break into derisive laughter.
I’ll never be happy in this life so what’s the point in enduring it,