The amount of suicidal-ness I feel over a simple bad day, something most people experience and get over is going the next day is going to be the death of me. I’m crazy and phycotic to family and odd awkward to anyone else. My frustration stems from not being able to communicate effectively due to severe social anxiety. I have so much pent up rage. I’m so mad at myself, at the world. At everyone who doesn’t treat me with simple kindness. I DONT BELONG. I NEVER WILL. NO ONE CAN STAND ME, NOT EVEN ME. NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE ME THE WAY I LOVE THEM. I’m better off dead rotting and keeping everyone’s lives better off. I’m worthless skin. I’m a waste of space. I make everyone uncomfortable. That’s why I have no friends. Nothing in my life has ever made sense. I’ve never felt like a human being or that I’m supposed to be here. All I do is bring bad. Im done feeling like this