Depression doesn't even begin to cover the complete dearth of self worth that I feel at this moment. I wish someone would put me in a sack and dump me in the east river to drown slowly and excruciatingly painfully.
I hate myself right now, I truthfully and passionatly despise everything about me from my unkempt hair, to my slow unempathetic brain to my flabby pale body. I wish there was some sort of cosmic eraser that could remove every trace of myself from this world retroactively, rebuilding reality the way it would be if I had never been excreted into it.
Listening to cheerful music is not making me feel any better.
All that being said, I can't stand to see the words that I type, so th-th-that's all folks.