That's what I've learned throughout my life. I'm not good at anything. Nobody wants anything to do with me. I'm just a waste of air and space. There's no reason for me to be alive. There's no point of even denying it; it's reflected in my empty, lonely existence every single day.

People who say "it gets better" or "there's someone for everyone" are full of horseshit. For some people, all they have is pain.