Shoot me again, I ain't dead yet

Nobody understands how I feel or why I feel the way I do all the time. Where other people see a pretty girl, I see an over privelaged bitch. Where other people see roses, I see nightshade. Where other people see me, I see something ugly. Where other people see love, I see empty promises and pain. The people who hurt me the most are the ones who refuse to leave me be. They then wonder why I’m always so upset. My entire life has been horrible. Just existing every day hurts me. There is nothing that makes me feel better. Nobody makes me feel better, save for one person. They live hundreds of miles away. Everybody else is just another abomination who seeks only for themselves.

So why am I not dead yet?

but I can get really drunk and stoned or take pills, so it’s okay.