So many repressed memories. Can't tell which ones are real and which ones are made up anymore. I'm already dead, aren't I? I can barely feel, taste, see, and hear anymore. It's way too soon. I don't know what to do! Why am I like this? It's horrible, how can I continue to live on like this? I shouldn't be alive. I'm just taking up space. No one needs me. No one misses me. No one likes me. No one loves me. No one wants me. But I do. It's not fair! Why isn't it ever fair? I hate this world, it's so stupid and unfair. I'm getting tired of being patient. Let me go already. Everyone makes me feel so unworthy and pathetic. Why do I keep getting lonelier? I'm drowning in it.