I've been feeling like this a lot lately.

All I see are people living their happy little lives while I remain an outcast. Nobody really does care about me at this time and even if they do, they wouldn't care if I died tomorrow.

All I am worth to people is a cheap piece of entertainment because all I ever am good at when it comes to socializing is entertaining people with my weirdness. Being socially awkward sucks when you have such a strong craving for human contact, yet you can't get anybody close to you because of how weird or creepy people see you as.

Since I'm not good enough for other people, my only option is to focus solely on doing something with my life that's valuable to other people, that way, people finally accept me. This desire is the only thing that keeps me from ending it all.

Still though, part of me hopes I die in my sleep tonight,

I hate life and I hate these judgemental humans who can't accept me for who I am. I hate these people who can't show me some compassion when I need it the most.

I curse them all.