I don't think anyone could possibly fathom what it's like to call yourself a writer. Everyone in this world laughs at you and calls you a weak, worthless nincompoop not worthy of attention. I can't help it, but this is what I do. I have no talent and will certainly never be recognized for anything, but it's the only thing I can do. I wish I would die. I hate God and everyone in this world for how terrible my life is. I beg for it to end and soon because I can't bear anymore.