My existence is excruciating i hate it and so do so many others in all reality im nothing but a face in the background im nothing special hell im not even the main character of my story im either a supporting character or an extra i mean nothing at alli try so hard but its never good enough and it never will be i hate that i cant do anything but screw stuff up all the time thats all im good for my relationships neber last long because im so detached and indecisive and emotionally unstable that im just a waste of space a useless purposeless object ment to be discarded i cant make anyone happy and im just a selfish bitch looking to force others to be happy so i can be happy im pathetic and revolting im a tru monster one of the worst tbh i have no drive no reason to be no dreams im just a hopeless shell of the once wide eyed curious and happy child i was but as u grow ur innocence starts to fade u have no time for such childish things u waste ur effort on useless teaching and unrealistic dreams because no matter what theres always someone better especially me even the lowest scum bags r better than me i habe no talent i have no skill i have nothing i dont even have parents that love me none of them care i dont even care i cant feel anything at all nothing im sick of being so numb and im sick of everyone dissapearing around me for one reason or the next i have nothing to care for nothing to live for whats the point in anything anymore its just empty
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RANTING OF AN EGDY TEEN
RandomOk so i was looking at Garmausimmer2003's works and found a rant book and thought 'this is cool let me take a shot at this' sry Garmausimmer2003 but i thought that this was a good idea sry if u think im copying but i figured this was something new a...
