You were back at school. I'm happy you're okay. I didn't want anything bad happening to you.
Reason nine:I have no purpose.
I'm not talented and I can't change the world. So what's the point of even being here if I can't make it better?
I know I preach the same thing in every note. I'm not good enough to be alive, but it's the truth.
But, I actually can't do anything. I can't sing, I can't dance, I can't act, I can't draw, I can't do shit.
That's another reason why I've decided to kill myself. I'm useless, everyone else is so talented while I am sitting in the corner saying my talent is breathing.
So what's the point if my talent is something I want to stop myself from doing?
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