I just want to know why no one like me. I verily don’t understand what I have done wrong. I am I don’t know what I am. I keep trying to be positive. But every goddamn stupid bloody little thing sets me off into a depression. I want to be someone else, I can’t blame anyone for hating me. I fucking hate me. I thought I was gonna have friends. I thought It was going to be different, better, I was so hoping for a change.But I’ve managed to fuck it up again. Everyday is the Monday morning after a Saturday detention and realized they weren't my friends. Everyone will be better off without me around. Most of the people won’t even miss me. It will be better now. The delimitation is over, for everyone.I would say “I hope it is” But that word is poison and hurtful. The physical pain relieves the mental. Sometimes it’s the only way to feel better. It’s just so short lived.I don’t know why I bother anymore. I don’t believe I want to continue trying Being depressed and just truly alone feels so bad that hurting myself is such a relief from all the pain I am feeling. Being ignored now is even more painful than being alone. There is peace in solitude, that being overlooked doesn’t have. At least now I can be at peace. Even if I end up a tree I won’t be alone and I’ll belong to a group with billions of others. That’s not punishment that is Heaven! This isn’t a cliche, being that I am not an artist or comedian. Its simply a happy ending. I am sorry to all those I’ve hurt, or bothered, or burdened. I am sure that is everyone I have ever known. It would have been better off if I have never been born. I really am sorry, and I am sorry it took me so long to go away. I am weak. I am worthless. I am so sorry. I can’t go through this anymore. I just can’t. Hell, I was kind of hoping this would make me feel better in itself. I am so tired right now, tired in every possible definition of the word.