I should kill myself. I see no reason for me to live, but I want to feel I've accomplished something, so I must continue my journey until it ends. 

Why am I even alive?

 

The only thought that keeps me going now, is to die from starvation. To show everyone I could do it. Everyone can kill themselves, but it takes strength to starve yourself to death, when wherever you look you see food.

I do not love myself. To be alive to me is like being surrounded bu enemies. Or maybe rather being with your arch enemy every minute, every second of the day. I hate the way I am. I hate the person who I am.

 

I'm such a failure.