How do i know?
I'm not fucking useless. I know it. I can do many things, my family loves me, i have great siblings. I may had problems with my father who abused drugs and alcohol. He might be a stupid fuck who destroyed whole family. But i forgived him. He changed himself. Everything is fine right now. Everyone is happy. The life goes on.
Yet still i'm sitting here. Being sad. Why? I don't fucking know. Everytime i think about it i still don't know why the fuck i'm sad and useless. I shouldn't be. But still i am.
It's like some kind of a paradox. I think i'm useless because i shouldn't be useless yet i still am.
It hurts my brain.