The Writings of a Hopeless Cause

Signed, Depression

Dear Human,

You should be sorry that you were born, you're a mistake and you know it. Do you ever realize how messed up you are? You were bullied, abused, you are hated by everybody who meets you. Your friends aren't real they want to know your secrets. You're all alone little one, nobody can help you. You don't belong anywhere, you're too ugly. Mommy and Daddy say otherwise, but behind your back they're ashamed you of you. Why bother trying to lose weight if you can't ever stop eating? You're fat and disgusting! You don't deserve to live, idiot. Nobody likes you, your personality is shit and you treat everybody terribly. People fill you with lies, fake compliments and expressions of love. But I'm here to tell you the truth, trust me when I say you're fucked up on so many levels. Haven't ever wondered why you're alive? The only purpose in life you have to fulfill is dying alone and unhappy, young and crazed. So why wait? When you have pills in your kitchen, rope in the garage, a bridge nearby...
But don't tell anyone, this is our little secret. I'll be writing more, my dear...
Signed,
Depression