I think I’ve forgotten how to fall asleep not sobbing into a pillow. Thinking of all the things I’ve done wrong. I haven’t done anything wrong I am just destined for pain. Sometimes I believe that I have a purpose in life and that’s why I’m still here. I’m beginning to believe that my purpose in life is to be used and thrown aside. My life is not meant to change the world but to be punching bag for the world. Who could love someone like me? No one. That’s my purpose in life to show others they deserve better. I’m a reference point to there happy ever after. And maybe I’m here to die a victum of society to teach others not to be terrible people. Maybe if I just jump I’ll be a martyr for humanity.