I feel guilty for hating my life. I'm privileged, I can do so much, I have a loving family... but sometimes I wonder if my friends truly like or care for me. I wonder if I'm annoying. I wonder if I'll ever find love because honestly, compared to those around me... I'm not much of a looker. I wonder why I continue to push for good grades. I say it's for my future, but the future seems so bleak. So... futile. Getting good grades might just be me trying to convince myself it's not for my confidence or to make my parents proud. Honestly, I f*cking hate my life. And that makes me feel terrible for thinking about ending my life. I feel so overworked and stressed, but compared to those around me... It's nothing. So what's the point anymore. What do I do? lol just needed to get that out there hope you have a great day. If anyone reads this :p

might use this site to vent from now on cause no one uses it