I have grown to hate everyone. My family my peers, love ,and even my friends. woeful am I the loathsome being that I am. The sleeping world I gaze at during the night is my only comfort. To my father I am an insufferable I'll in formed child he covers himself as a genius to my mother I am a lazy glutton who sleeps the day away while eating until he lurks in the night. I'm told that I'm sneaky a liar and a smartass . My friends rarely call me and when they do it's because they want something. they managed to film an entire show using some of my ideas without letting me help. I organize all our meet ups and hangouts. and I am constantly told that I'm full of myself and that I'm not all that.My peers venerate and respect me yet I'm ostracized and belittled by them . My partner grew tired of my awkwardness and cheated on me. My first one only liked a version of me. I used to enjoy the day but know my only comfort is night. I think I just want help. It's like my existence needs help.