A ticking time bomb. That’s what I am. No one knows it but one day, one day soon, I’m going to go off. I’m broken, completely broken, shattered even. But somehow, with nothing left to be broken, I continue to break. Don’t they know I’m not strong enough to handle everything. Don’t they know that the one source of happiness I’ve had since I was 14 hates me and could care less if I died tomorrow. Even that all he’s done lately is make me hate myself more. Without luck, I’ve tried to get that feeling of happiness back but no one gives me a chance. I’m defected. They say you have to love yourself before someone loves you but how the hell can you possibly love yourself when no one likes you, no one cares about you, no one wants you. What is the point? What is the point of graduating high school when all that’s ahead is a huge disappointment. There’s going to be a day where I’m told I can’t go to college because I can’t afford it. What do I do then? I don’t even have a future by myself so why would I possibly want to go on. No one loves me, no one wants me, no one cares about me, not even me. So really, what is the point?

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