I ruined my life because I’m defectively anxious about everything all the time. I’m going to die like this, alone and terrified and stuck and worthless. I have nothing and nobody and it will never change. I need to just go away. If this is how life feels I don’t want any part of it.

I know what most accurately describes me. A little fucking bitch, a pussy, a fake ass, terrified, little pseudo-man with nothing for anyone. A burden, a parasite, a fucking waste of oxygen and space and everyone’s time. A nuisance to everyone and always just in the way. I have no use, or worth, or value to anyone, at all, and I never will, because of the most base aspects of my personality.