So far so bad.

Never an instance of success.

Useless, so you say.

That sure helps.

Don't know how long I'm going to keep lying to myself.

Live in denial.

Keep feigning.

Face it, you won't make it.

You can't, for anything.

So much for counseling back then.

Inferior. Is it not the case?

In what way are you better than any other?

None I say.

Is that why no one bothered?

Is that why she didn't even try to help?

Who gives a shit about your problems?

People don't give a shit if how you feel.

People laugh at your depression.

A pathetic reason, as to why I'm in this pathetic state.

And it just keeps going downhill.

Someone to pour all this shit into.

Right, I'm not that evil.

All the things that you keep to yourself.

Talking about it won't help.

Things won't change, they'll still be that way.

Live with it.

Face it.

Somehow, can't accept it.

Somehow, hate the happiness and bliss you're having right now.

I'm not that noble. Not a good friend.

Maybe that's why you left.

Idiot.

6 years.

17 years.

Counting.

Stay away and forget.

As if I could do that.

So alone.

All the one liners.