It doesn't hurt when I sleep (most of the time). I wake up (it's about 7 p.m.) and I regret it.
I failed in life, I'm sorry.

No one ever will love me or anything. I'm ready to pay someone to kiss me or to hug me, but this is guite humiliating.

So I'm going to die without knowing what does it feel to be loved (in any way), to be in relationship, to be hugged by someone who loves you and so on.

I thought there were two great things in this world - drugs and love. But I've tried some weed for the first time this month, and it was really good, but not fantastic or anything... So I think love isn't fantastic either. So I don't have to wait and prolong my life.

If I wait... No one will love me anyway (see above).
I don't need to be sorry because you hate me, but I'm sorry