I don't have a reason to live. All I do is waste. I am a waste of time, space food, water, energy, life. Everything I try always fails and I can't do it anymore. I can't live knowing I'll never amount to anything, but deep down I know I won't. The only thing I've ever felt proud of is my poetry, but it scares the people I show it to. Not just that, I'm ugly too. What a perfect combination, Useless, scary, and ugly. Why was I born anyway?