I'm sick, very cold, with a fever, I'm shivering because of the rain I got caught in. Right now I'm crying and wondering why all this is happening to me. I have no one to help me. I'm fed up. Death can be happiness and freedom, and then they ask why I'm so hateful. This shitty society ignores me and treats me like a loser. My clothes are rotten, I've been wearing the same clothes for two weeks. My house is a complete mess. I haven't brushed my teeth yet, but it doesn't make a difference. Nothing will change. I just wanted someone who would understand me and help me. I hope that when I die, out of respect for me, they won't laugh at me.
