Is it because it reminds me of my loneliness? The fact that the friends I have is far and few. The fact that when it comes to vacation breaks, I’ll be home the whole day. Waiting for my phone to ring, for texts to come in. And chances are, no one would bother.

I could disappear and no one would notice. I could cease to exist and no one would know I even existed. I’m so envious of the people who seem to have it at life. Usually the pretty, the hot, the hunky ones. They have hoards of people waiting to go out with them, and they get to pick and choose at their own liberty. Are humans really that superficial?

Ugly and fat people like me have no chance. They have no chance at getting noticed, only ridiculed or looked down on. Few chances of friendships, almost no chances of falling in love. That’s why people like me fall deep into depression, and can never see life in a way that there’s hope.

I feel like I’m dying. I feel like I want to die. I’m so sick of going to stare at the 4 walls of my room day by day. Besides, if I die, who’s gonna care anyway?