I wonder why I'm still alive. I know that I don't fit in the world. I have no hobbies, no ambition, I'm a complete social reject. I try and try and try everyday but I always come to the same conclusion : I'm just a mistake, a reminiscence of an unadapted organism that needs to be destroyed.
Everywhere I go, people acknowledge talkative people, the ones who impose themselves, speaking loudly and telling ********. I can't be like that, I'm more the taciturn type. With time, I tried to be like them, but I just don't have the... body for this. People like me are just good to be ignored and mocked.

For example, this afternoon, I was with a "comrade" sitting besides the entrance of the classroom, and then, a girl passes. This ***** is in the same section but not in the same group, so we don't have much contact with her; still, I'm a bit fond of her. I've been told that she is a "good" girl, the one who praises good feelings and despises "show men" with tremendous ego. And then, she salutes the bastard beside me like and good ol' friend, and acts like I'm a pile of invisible dust. What's the difference between him and I ? His a show man and I'm the quiet one.

All my life has been like this : invisible, worthless and negligible.

Nature ****ed me.