All of you have fucking great lives and you don't realize it. You're so fucking blessed. Do you know what it's like to be homeless? Do you know what it's like to know that your parents never loved each other? They only used each other for sex. I am the product of a fucking fling.
I am so jealous of you guys. You walk around with these big brains full of valuable information. You have talent. You're risk-takers. I'm weak. You don't have to worry about bills and rent... I want so badly to wake up one day without a single thing to worry about. I'm sixteen years old and I want to die. What does that say about me, about my life?
I need to breathe somehow.