I hate that I feel like trash, like someone who never should have been born. The inequality of life, the fact I'll never be perfect, or special, it all makes me wonder why. Soon enough, I'll be 30. I'm starting to feel like it's too late. I've never accomplished anything but self-destruction. There doesn't seem to be any help or sympathy, and I wonder why they even allow us to go on if it's contrary to everything the world hopes to create.