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"You know, sometimes I just feel so alone. Like no one in the world really gets me. You can have a thousand people by your side, and still feel that no one has your back. That's just how it is sometimes. I like to think no ones alone, at least in the problems they face. Not that there is always someone beside you who can help, but that there is someone somewhere that gets what you're going through. No matter what I go threw, I never take claim to having any problem. I know there's people out there that have far worse lives than me. So I just let it go. Depression, anxiety, insecurity, hatred, loneliness, and endless agony. I could categorize myself into any one of these, but would that be right? I look at people who have killed themselves over their own sadness and emptiness, I'm too much of a coward to kill myself. I'm only sad enough to hurt myself and others around me, so I live on. Why?"- Number 1

"The world is a scary place, I just don't want to be here. I want to be safe, but to be safe I must be alone. The only thing that frightens me more than death, is being alone. I'm human, and I can't take it anymore. Why do I have to be alone? Why do I have to be scared? What's the point of being alive when all it brings you is fear and sadness? So many questions, but who can answer them? I'm scared of the world, I'm scared of myself; and to keep others safe from me, I have to be alone. I have to be alone. Why?"- Number 2

"I can't stand myself, disgust is all I feel when I look at myself in the mirror. No one can stand me, they want to toss me aside and hurt me. They don't want to accept me, I'm a freak. Why would they want to hang out with a freak? Just stay away from them, stay away from the mirrors, don't even look at yourself. The dissgust will turn into anger, and the anger will turn into sadness. Why would you ever want to look at yourself, you disgust me, I disgust me, we disgust us. Why?"- Number 3

"I hate everything, I hate the world, I hate people, I hate society, and I hate myself. Every single person has something about them that incites my anger, and I hate them more and more everyday. My thoughts of violence consume me, but I know I would never act on them. The weight of my own hatred crushes me, and I lose energy. I don't want to be anymore, I just want to go to sleep. When I sleep I don't think, and when I don't think I can't hate myself. Just let me go to sleep, why can't I sleep? Why?"- Number 4

"Why am I so alone? No one wants me, no one cares about me. They cast me aside into the corner, they sneer at me and mock me. They want me to be alone, but they also want me to suffer. The loneliness is enough though, and eventually they forget I ever existed. That's how it is when you live your life hidden away from the world, but the world never wanted me in the first place; so does it really matter, do I really matter? Matter, I am matter, my substance my body matters, but what about my consciousness? I don't think the same, the world wants my body material; drain me of all that I am, it doesn't care about my "Conscious"I don't matter. I'm so lonely. Why?"- Number 5

"Number 6 needs no explanation, endless agony and suffering. My mind is my cage, my thoughts are my chains, perhaps the pain is my escape. Why is it that when someone can say in a casual conversation "I'm so depressed" it makes no sense. How insulting to people who are actually going through such. When did it become such a casual thing? Does my suffering mean nothing to you, does their agony mean nothing to you? That people casually make light of it in conversation, but as soon as it actually affects your life you get to say that it's not ok to talk about it like that? What the hell is wrong with you? What the hell is wrong with me? I criticize you, you criticize me. I don't care! I don't care. Do whatever you want, don't let me stop you. In fact, you probably didn't even read this. This will remain locked away, never to be seen. No one understands my endless agony. Why?"- Life