More and more I feel like nothing I do even matters. In a world that sees me as a lazy burden, why would I think otherwise? My faults; I'm overweight, ugly, unemployed, a high school dropout. I'm 18 and living with my parents, I don't even have a driver's license (and why should I, if I don't even have a car?). I don't have any specific talents that I can use to my advantage. Really, the only thing I do decently is write poetry, and even now that's up in the air (due to recent writer's block). Besides, we all know that poetry's not a career. I still would have to get a 'real' job. I feel like I have nothing to offer that is of any use. I feel like I shouldn't be here, I don't have a place, and that makes me depressed...