Once again, I am back to let off steam and have a whiny, self-centred, brattish rant, about how fucking pointless my life is. Starting from. Oh. now.
So, right now, I am listening to MSI and thinking about how everybody's made it out alive. All, except me. I've finally figured out I'm a fucking nobody and will always be that way. I've just discovered that I pointlessly try just to be told by everyone, I am not good enough. That I'm just a fucked up waste of space. And I'm about sick of it. I'm sick of everything. I can't eat without my family totally bullshiting me about how fat I am.