You all were probably expecting a well thought out bio but no. 









Why am I such a failure? Why is the world against me? 



"Everyone has a purpose." That quote is funny actually, if everyone has a purpose then where's mine? Forgotten again? Well it's not the first time. I hate the fact that I'm not even a little approachable. I hate myself. 



"Everyone makes mistakes." That's most likely what the doctors said when I was born, no surprises there. I have had more than my fair share of bad luck. More than I could wish for. 



 To be honest with you reader, I wish for death, school shootings, the end of the world, the destruction of all human life on this world. 



"Dreams come true!" Funny that is, if dreams come true why are all the good people in the world dead? I'm pretty sure that's a nightmare. My dreams are too impossible to become even 0.000001% real. Trust me on this I'm not being dramatic. 



I feel like everyone of my friends are gonna turn on me, apart from one. That 'special' friend probably knows it's them. They are most likely the only one who could help me in the slightest. 



So if you're reading this- oh hell yeah- Just remember you're the only one that can help me when I fall into that deep inescapable prison we call depression. Good Luck.





R.I.P My hero Edd Gould.

Your heroes may have super weapons but mine wield a pencil.