I hate my life so fucking much. I fucking sit here and listen to the stupid lady on my voicemail say, "You have no new messages," 10x a day. I walk around in public with my phone to my ear listening to that shit. I do it so people see me on the phone and think I am talking to someone, so then they might think oh that guy is on the phone he must have friends... Well I fucking don't. I got home today and did it again in my room, I don't know why. I looked at my recent calls and have no one for the entire week... So I threw my iphone into the wall, it is now dead and I'm left with nothing but a huge hole in the wall... This is the 6th phone!!!!! I fucking hate my life.