I genuinely want to kill myself. This is something I had planned to do last year, but didn’t because my friends got me out of it. Guess what? The entire fucking group left me to rot. It doesn’t help that the friends that I currently have are constantly avoiding me. Hell, the person who’s my so-called best friend and sister doesn’t even tolerate me most of the time. To them, I’m just the shy guy that can’t fend for himself. I feel excluded by them most of the time, and when it’s already too late and I finally show signs of discomfort, that’s when they finally notice, like this Halloween where I accompanied them along with a bunch of people I didn’t know. But hey, it was a bit different this time, because they didn’t even notice when I walking back to the plaza! I just know that friend I talked to about it just wants to see me dead, I know I bore her and that I’m a burden to her, just like everyone else. That’s what I am to everyone, a worthless shit. They won’t even notice when I die.