Why is everything I do not enough? Every time. Every day. I cannot be loved by anyone. My friends wouldn't care if I died. I am always a second choice. I can never make anybody happy. I just bring sadness and death wherever I go. Why is it never enough. Why can't I be normal for once? I just want to cry and hug in someone's arms for once. Just once. I just want to be sad without anyone judging me. Why doesn't anyone appreciate me for making it this far than cursing me for something I'm not even responsible for?