I absolutely HATE my guts. There are things I want to do. The entire world hates me. Absolutely NOTHING is going right. I hate how the world is absolutely FINE the economy strong... of course not affecting us we will die soon from poverty, will be on the streets. My "future" is dark and scary totally hopeless worthless old me. Laugh all you want. My grandpa the realist is dying, my art fails like failure is the name of the game for me, mom got hit in the parking lot, my cards were stolen, my brother now needs to go to a state doctor for SSI and probably will fail and we have this $1200 bill for testing that went nowhere like where I live, my mom's surgery, panic attacks I have been shaking all day long and had to take 2 anti anxiety pills and feel like taking a lot more, I am a heavy burden on the family and the world, I caused many places to close down, nothing I try succeeds and my brother is delusional by thinking "it is what it is" without a care in the world, my family, the doctors, not one person understands me. The hospitals don't even believe a word that is coming out of my mouth thinking I am a lowlife faker that deserves to go to hell... hey what I am the Dark Lord. I destroy worlds. I destroy companies. I am meant to be a failure. There is no light. Just darkness everywhere. Voices hate me. Right now if the government is here let them do what they want to me. No one understands me too much stress no one understands. My art sucks. I have no talent. I am useless. Oh yeah! My brother's car falls apart costing hundreds of dollars.