Kill Me

Seriously, just fucking kill me. I'm so sick of having parents that abandon me at every opportunity they see. I've got nothing in my future that I can find worth living for. I hate myself. My looks, my mind, my fucking hopeless romanticism, my dorkiness. All of it. I hate always being alone. I hate never being good enough to be someones friend, someones son or someones boyfriend. I am a scourge upon the Earth. A waste of space that was given life as some sort of fucking cosmic joke. And if I weren't such a fucking coward I'd probably end it all myself. I can't, so I shall continue to go through life alone and in pain. At this point, who cares?