I feel worthless. I feel ugly. I feel taken for granted. I feel unappreciated. I feel stupid. I feel repulsive. I feel unlovable. I feel disgusting. I feel hated. I feel a burden. I feel a disappointment. I feel unimportant.
I feel like I’m drowning and nobody has noticed. Nobody looks hard enough to notice. Nobody cares enough to look harder.
I’m invisible. I’m nothing. I’m a smudge on an otherwise perfect landscape.
I mess everything up. I mess everyone up. I’m a burden to everyone. I cause nothing but pain and misery. People deserve better.
Why should I keep living, keep breathing, when all I’m doing is taking up space and using up oxygen? I’m not contributing anything to this bleak world. I just make everything worse.
I’ve been low pretty consistently for days now. And it’s been so intense. I hate it I hate it I hate it. I feel suffocated by the pressure of this feeling. Breathing is a chore. Tears feel a few moments away. There’s nothing but this overwhelming, breathtaking hopelessness.
I want to vanish. I can’t do this anymore. I want it to end. I want to not feel like this anymore. I hate everything. But most of all I hate myself. I’m such a freak. I’m so worthless. I’m just rubbish.
I’m nothing and no one. I’m a masterpiece of misery. A flawless example of a waste of space. And I’ve overstayed my welcome on this dismal planet.