turns out every time I'm ever happy and seeing improvements in my life, it's like that drunk at the party whose only happy when sauced up. Once the liquor wears off of them, things turn back to "dear god, I sure made an ass outta myself..." Turns out I'm an ugly Beavis and Seth Green and Chris Kattan looking piece of shit with acne on his body so bad that sometimes he almost gets infections. It hurts really bad. I have decided to kill myself; I won't give details, but I can't keep living like this. My life is fucking ruined because the only shit in life that makes me happy requires that I don't have a fucking pizza body and I can't even be freed of that. No thanks to my parents who created me the ugly piece of shit with bad skin and is stupid. I don't hate them, but I eternally hate what they did by bringing me into this world. Don't count on me being alive to see 2016; that would be the best case scenario for me to die within the next 6 months.