I should be dead. I shouldn’t be here. I don’t think I understand what people mean to each other, perhaps that’s why I feel so alone. I feel like nobody wants me in their lives like I’m a burden or I’m too annoying but like I said I shouldn’t be here. I should be dead. I’m not living to live a good life I’m simply surviving. I’m still here, I should probably leave soon I imagine you want me to, I know I would. However, like I said I’m still here, I’m surviving. Barely. I think I’m doing okay; yes, I could be doing a lot better but I’m still here I’m hanging on. I don’t know what for yet but I’m surviving because that’s what life is about isn’t it? Survival.
Author Notes: again, i know it's short, please don't be mean.