Yes, I realize I may not be good at anything. I realize some time, most times, life isn't fair. I just wanted something good to happen to me for once in my life. Something to come out of my hard work. Instead I got a flimsy piece of card stock with the wrong name on it. I want to die, in fact I probably will. I got a fortune last week. It said, "A great day lies ahead in the not too distant future." It is either wrong, or that great day is watching a body get buried. My body. It's been a long time since I have felt this pain. I really wish it would just disappear like it usually does, but it won't. If they had kind souls maybe, just maybe they would consider giving me an award. But I am not worthy of one, that's what they think. I have always know they hated me. Everyone does. It's hard not to, I guess. I just don't like this fact being rubbed in my face for the second year. I want to die. No. I'm going to die.