Screw It!

      Sometimes I wonder what's the point? What's the point of anything anymore and why am I here. I just feel like a waist of space some days. Most days actually. I just feel like a prop. Just there to fill in an empty space with another empty space. I've just longed for a meaning, something that makes life worth living. What's the point of living a long, miserable life with no meaning. Honestly, I've thought of death for an immensely long time. I just don't understand it. Why am I not happy? Why am I not thriving through my teen years like the other kids? Why don't I appear to be having the time of my life like the rest of them? They say Its good to be different and for what? If i am not fading into the background, it's like they are trying to burn me in front of city hall! Whatever, I don't care anymore, screw them, screw this town, screw anyone who don't like me or what I stand for, screw everybody! I'm done...