I feel so.. pointless. I just feel done. I'm done with my family. I'm done with my apparent two-faced friends. I'm done with people. I'm done with my life. I don't have the urge to do anything. I don't want to do anything. I don't want to feel, or think, or function. I don't want to watch people enjoy their lives. I don't want to watch people happy. I don't want to get up from bed. I don't want to get up and eat. I don't want to do anything. You know what I want to do? I want to cry. I want to cry myself a river and drown in it. I want to drown in my own tears. I want to punch the walls and people's faces in and cry. I want to pull my hair and cry. I want to go away. Somewhere far far away and never come back. People tell me it's going to be okay, but it's not. People pretend they know, but they don't. I hate everyone. I HATE everyone. I don't want to exist anymore. Waking up hurts so damn much. My life just isn't worth it. It's not worth the stress. This pain. I hate my life. I hate me. I just want it to end. That's it.