I hate trying to meet new people. I always get rejected.
I hate my job. It pays low.
I hate being an adult, and living on my own.
I hate my psychiatrist.
I hate how many people lie about themselves. Even couples lie to each other. I wish this world was more honest. I just want to die sometimes. I really wish I could die. My parents are flat broke, I go online and try to meet someone, I just get rejected. I have nothing of value to offer; I just play video games, and have NO OTHER INTERESTS... I suffer from being lonely, I am just weird to others. I hate the real world, people don't have time for me. I feel like at times, I cannot control my depression because of society. It's their fault. Why at times do I feel like a misanthrope? Why am I 27, and can't change? It's so hard. Just somebody, or someone, kill me. Kill me please.
