Every Sunday makes me wanna kill myself. Seriously, it's the day of the week when I realize that my life has no purpose and I have close to no friends, and those I have I don't wanna spend time with. I'm so weird. Why can't I enjoy this life I've got? Something many view as a gift. I don't understand why I have to be here anymore, everything feels like a waste. Sorry for being negative, it's just me..