  Man. What a crazy life it's been. I think I quite possibly could be the most self-centered person ever.
And I don't mean to be. I should be happy for other people. Instead, I tend to focus on what my life is lacking, and how much of a loser I am because I'm lacking these "oh-so-important" things. It sucks being single, watching all of your friends fall in and out of love over and over again, while you're sitting on the sidelines just wishing you could be a part of the team.
It's not that I don't have admirers, because I do have a few, but I don't feel the same way about them. I'm beginning to think there's something wrong with me. Have you ever woken up and realized that life is nothing like you'd hoped it would be? That you'll never be perfect, and all of this is just a stupid game? I've felt that way every morning for the past two months. I don't know what's happening to me. Sometimes I wish I wouldn't wake up. I know it sounds crazy.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to kill myself, but sometimes I wish I didn't have to live. I hate life. I hate who I've become. If you're reading this, don't judge me. You've never been there. 
