Everyone around me would probably be happier if I was dead. I’m incredibly messy, I’ve got a bit of a temper, and I’m loud/annoying. My family considers me the black sheep and my one good friend is really the only person I know who cares. I’m struggling through college at a much slower rate than everyone else and I feel so stupid. I hate my life and I don’t like who I am. I’m not sure if I’m brave enough to actually do anything about it, so I sit here hurting and exhausted. I wish I had died a long time ago so I would quit being such a damn nuisance.