I'm just going to type this, I don't know why.
I'll never meet the woman I'm thinking of, this is pointless. I'm sick of everything, at this point I wish I had the guts to just end it. I'm a complete failure at everything and I hate myself. I'm not sure if I deserve happiness or not but I know I'll never find it. Every time I feel a tiny glimmer of hope I end up sinking 1000 times deeper into despair I'm just sick to death of it all, I wnt this to stop but I don't know how to stop it. I don't know why I'm bothering to write this this is somehow even more pointless than life itself