My dreams are crushed. My life is over. I am sick to death of being a hideous zit-backed midget failure of a waste of life. I will never forgive my parents for bringing me into this world. Especially my loser of a father I had (RIP but still.) My parents should've aborted me, thrown my fetus in the trash and set it on fire. Life is not a blessing... it is a celestial chore. Life is only a blessing in rare RARE cases... I have nobody to talk to and everything I own is getting broken to the point of being unfixable... my car, my computer, my body... everything. I'm finally ready to die. I have no intentions on even living to see 30. I can't wait to finally be freed from this all.