I genuinely can't deal with my jealousy anymore. I want to be important and the world to someone like people have been to me but I know I'm less than that to them. I see other people so much better than me. They have a personality while I don't. I'm sick of myself. I don't even have much to live for. I don't have a reason to be here, there's nothing at all that brings me enjoyment. Whenever I graduate, I am going to move into a college, somewhere far away where nobody knows or cares about me and I am going to end it all. I'm not special to anyone even though I want to be. I'll make sure I die the same way.