fuck homework, i’m smoking a bowl and going to bed.

I haven’t had sex in almost two years. I haven’t had a kiss in about six months. And you people tell me that it’s ridiculous to think I’m ugly? I haven’t even been flirted with. I’d rather die than try to go through life pretending that I have some sort of self confidence, dignity, or pride. Because I don’t. I look in the mirror and I see a sack of shit. I’m worthless. It is not a mystery to me why I repulse everyone I come into contact with. I repulse myself.

Sure, they would show up to my funeral, maybe even my wake. I can see it now. Getting out of bed, all of them, throwing on a black dress, others a shirt and a tie, choking back little tears. They would cry for a week. They would stop noticing after then.