Just really, why am I here? Why am I alive? Why didn't I drown last year when I got suck. I only cause trouble for everyone around me. I think about myself and I don't think about anyone else until it's too late. I mean, people hate just for being me, they do. My ex doesn't even want to look or even try to be friends again for some stupid reason and they don't even talk to me. I took them to a fucking 21 pilots concert and do I get from them? Nothing. I took them to a convention last summer and I lent them a dollar, they didn't give me anything back and they hung out with their own friend. So thanks a lot rutababy, I'm glad that you decided to not pay me everything back that I did, I appreciate it. And what's better? My fucking gym teacher hates me for being too quiet and not communicating enough. He fucking gave me detention for getting dressed and not going out to the gym at 8:40, it was fucking 8:33.

I try to make things better and I just make them worse just by breathing. I try to fix fights but I'm just ignored because no one likes me. The only people who I can depend on is my friend Sam and The Unfortunate Squad, but of course there's those times when I make them mad and hate me. So why am I here? I can't do anything right and I only make people hate. I'm going to die alone because no one loves me and I won't be in a relationship. Naomi is going to die because she's a cat and she's older than me, but she loves me more than my own sister. She's there when I cry. She's there when I need someone to hug. She's always there and she'll always love me for who I am and I don't want that day to come when she leaves me. I don't want to be alone. I don't. I don't want to make people upset. I don't want to make people hate me. I want to be loved. I want people to be happy. I want to be happy.

All I need is Naomi and I want my friends to be happy.

That's what I need.

I need to be happy.

I need them to be happy.

Yea.

That's what I need.

That's all I need.

I want them to be happy.