I'm a mad person. I've noticed that I get mad at everything. And when I get mad I curse at everything and anything. It's impossible for me to have any confidence because of anxiety. It's like everyday is pointless. I may have lost the point, but I thought the only reason people live is to be happy. How long can someone be misserable before something really bad happens? I really don't get it. I don't see myself ever being happy, ever again. It's like I don't quit because I don't see the point in quitting, but I also don't see a point in moving forward when nothing changes, so I just do shit to do shit. Nothing makes sense to me. It's completely pathetic, this whole life is just a joke. I don't see a future, I really don't. I have to pay someone so I can talk to them, am I the only person who see's how pathetic that is? There's just no point. The feeling of worthlessness will never leave. How am I supposed to have a realationship with anybody, when I fucking hate myself and everything around me? I would just rather be alone.