Sometimes I have a feeling I should die by my own hand, preferably at the age of 35. That's a proper age to die.
I am nothing but a nuisance to the society; I mean, what's the use of me? I have never paid taxes or done any work or helped this world to become a better place.
I hate it how people interfere with my life. It seems like every time I even mention suicide, they want to ship me to a mental ward.
Every time I look into a mirror, I see a big mistake. A big, fat, ugly, dumb mistake.
Sometimes I wish I was prettier and thinner so I could find my soul mate. But the usual choices for soul mates I find are drunken middle- aged men who want to grab my ass in the subway train.
I see no point in my life. I feel like all the people I meet actually want to eliminate me, to sweep me and my problems under the carpet.
But after all, that's how evolution works. The weak ones like me are supposed to perish.