Another day passes, yet I feel empty inside. I've already failed the people around me, the expectations they had now gone. I looked around, and I'm anything but normal. I got no purpose other than to be a failure at every point of my life. It seems as if I did this to myself. My family isn't great at supporting me, not that I want it anyway. I want love, but I can't have it. I'm stuck in a hole I never thought I'd fall in. I don't see potential or worth in myself, I'm barely passing by in my daily life. I'm likely being dramatic. I'm certainly grateful for what I have, but I'm missing a part of me. A part I lost years ago. Regretting the days that I wronged. I can't change them; they will forever affect me. As much as I hate myself, I can't hate others. It feels so wrong to be mean. I guess people don't see that when they do it to me. I know people have their own problems in life and things to worry about, but am I that worthless?