No matter how many people compliment me or my work, or tell me I matter or have skill in something. I'll never believe it. I'll never be good enough for myself.
I can't draw well or write well. The characters I make and the ideas I have are all awful, all I do is just copy ideas from other...
I failed at being a human.
I can't get a job, a girlfriend, I don't have friends even.
My life is empty. I have done nothing in these 25 years of existence.
Sooner rather than later I will commit suicide. It can't come soon enough.
Tomorrow I have my first therapy session. And it will be my...