The antidepressants aren't working. I hate life. My life is pathetic. I have no friends. I don't even understand the concept of friendship. I'm 100% sure that it's cruel to bring someone into this world. Life is torture. This society is so fake, so false. People put a fake smile on, but there's so much misery. I know I'm not the only one. I'll be alone for Xmas again. I'm always alone for the holidays. I don't know what to do with my time. I read a little. I watch TV. I tweet. I exercise. I'm just going through the motions; none of it brings any real satisfaction. I should have killed myself a long time ago. My life is a bad deal; it's consistently shitty. I have very little hope that my life will get better.
