I don't fear the sadness, I fear the apathy. This is real, what we feel is real. Feeling like I don't deserve to be alive, feeling inferior to other people. Life is more depressing and worse when you're ugly. Sometimes I feel like I want something terrible to happen in my life to warrant feeling like this. I am a disgrace to mankind. Majority of my existence is unpleasant, why am I here? What keeps you going in life? I keep on living, not because I hope things will get better, but because they aren't terrible yet. I've realised my 'hobby' is thinking about depression and being depressed. I have no idea who I am. Just put me out of my misery. Vanishing