I feel like I'm the only person sometimes that literally wants the entire human race to just die. Half the time I feel like I'm alone, the other half of the time I feel like if I'm with friends, they're pretending to be my friend. I'm just sick of people. I always want to be alone, my dad constantly tries to get me to hang out with my brothers and him. I can't stand my brothers, My dad is a good person he's just so annoying sometimes, he even knows that I use this site and doesn't care once I told him I 'used' to feel that way. I just don't get it. It's better than living with my fucking mom though. If she had custody of me, I wouldn't be alive right now. 100% guarantee I would be dead. That's how much I hate my mom. Even when I'm alone I fucking judge everything about myself constantly, why can't I just be happy for once? Is it that hard to be happy? The only time I can actually be happy is when I'm distracted with a video game. Ugh. Fuck this. I don't know anymore.