Every day a new form of torture is invented for me. This small ugly fuck up. I am bullied. I am unloved. I am unwanted. I am a waste of this earths space. There's no reason to go on living. I'm not afraid anymore. I'm dead, inside and soon to be out. Fuck this life, and the next. I'm jut a screw up. Everything good in life has been taken from me. It's over. Nobody needs to deal with me anymore. This freak of nature is about to go extinct. Yay.