THE UMBRELLA ORGANIZATION CONTINUED

Welllllllll

Why haven't I jumped off a cliff yet? Why haven't I slit my throat yet? Why haven't I killed myself in anyway yet? Why I'm I so mean to the point where I make everyone else live with me in on their planet?. I can never be nice no matter how hard I try. Everything I do always hurts/offends someone in some way. Even if I do nothing/say nothing I still hurt someone in some way. I literally can't life. What's holding me back from killing myself though? I'm not afraid of dying and I'm useless. So why am I still living? Maybe it's because I'm delusional and I see a bright light at the tunnel that only keeps getting farther. Maybe it's because I consider myself lucky despite my awful life. Who knows why I continue to trudge through this dark and sorrow filled life. It's got to count for something right? Nobody on the internet knows my story, or probably actually cares but to have made it this far in life for me that must have counted for something. Maybe some day I'll actually be nice to everyone and kill myself but for now you lil' shits will just have to deal.
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