I find this post ironic...

Considering my last post.

I do not feel good. I feel sick. I feel sad. I don't wanna do anything. I have no motivation. Nothing seems worth living for. I want to isolate myself. I want to be mean and hurt myself. I don't like me, I don't like you. I don't like anything. I feel worthless. I don't feel good enough for you. I am not important to anyone, and if I am then they're lousy at showing it. Everything that could possibly make me happy will make me sad, because nothing lasts. I'm less important then everyone. I'm at the bottom. You don't care about me. No one is there. I'm by myself. If I don't stop this right now I'll stop being there. I don't know what that last statement meant, but it's true. I need a rope to stop myself from screwing up. I wish I had died at age 15. It's gone. Smoke is here.