
I feel hopeless. I can’t make it in this world. The little things make me wanna end it all. I’m too soft. Too fragile. This world’s too tough for me. I’m scared of adulthood. I want independency but I know I can’t accomplish it yet. I need to change but I can’t. I can’t be bothered anymore. I can’t find the motivation. I don’t care anymore. I’m to lazy to change. To weak to fight. I want friends but I can’t commit to anything. I can’t communicate and I’m scared of social interaction. I’m not even smart. I’m so unfit and weak. I’m practically useless. What’s the point? No friends, no job, no communication/social skills. Even if I can pursue and finish further education it won’t matter. I’m a hermit. Degrees and grades mean nothing if I can’t communicate. I can hardly communicate with my family. I frustrate everyone. I frustrate myself. I hate myself. I don’t want to keep living like this. I’m too lazy to change. So there is really only one other option.