I hate slogging through every single freaking day. I didnt choose to exist. I didnt choose to have all this shit happen to me. Why do I have to stay alive day in and day out? Why do I have to put all this work in to be a normal person? It's not like I'm enjoying it. I just dont want to do it anymore. I'm too much of a whimp to ever actually hurt myself, so I just keep going on, doing the things I absolutely have to do but nothing more. It all just seems so pointless.