I hate my life, my future is useless. Everything is a problem, I'm a problem. I want to cut myself, to hurt myself. I don't want to live these lifes anymore. I'm sick, please help me, I'm lonely, I'm sick, I'm terrible, I'm a trash. Nobody like me, everything is failing because I'm a trash. I just want to sleep, before I fall apart, but maybe, maybe I fell apart already. Maybe everything is useless.