So maybe I'd be worth something. Someday.

I'm to the point now where I can't even imagine accomplishing anything ever. Depression is like a stupor on me. I go places, and forget how I got there. The days go by too quickly. My life is going to be over soon, but I guess that doesn't matter since I'm a failure anyways.

You guys can call me emo all you want, but there is not comparable to the feeling of utter, sure, failure. The belief that you will amount to nothing, because you can't do anything right.

Actually, it is not a belief, its a fact. And yes, I have been doing everything in my power to change that, but it doesn't change. I needed a miracle, but it never came.

Well, that's it.

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Don't believe that.
You're perfect the way you are.
Don't let the media consume you.

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Thanks for responding.

I know very well that materialistic things do not measure you worth. But I don't have anything unmaterialistic going for me either, so I figured if I had a great car, people might like me for that.

Fake people, sure. But it's better than no one.

Cheer up, kid. It's Christmas!

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You're always lurking there.
You never leave.
As soon as forever is through, I'll be over you.
My Life Would Suck Without You *BFF*