I don't know why I'm sad. I'm intelligent, I've got good friends, I've never hurt myself. I guess I am just depressed. I'm never truly happy.

I recently developed a writer's block and now one of my past times that I have always enjoyed is barred from me by my own useless mind. And even my art has been lacking, which use to be one thing that could cheer me up. Now it just makes me feel worthless. Nothing I create ever seems beautiful to me. It's all just overly bolded lines and crude figures.

Sometimes I think I'm selfish for being so cynical about life. There are people out there starving to death that have more faith than I do. I feel like I'm drowning myself, cutting off my air supply while I fall deeper and deeper until I go blind.

I feel fat. Ugly. Disgusting.

Needless.

Disposable.

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