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A sad boy who's so caught up in self pity that he can't see what good things he actually has going for him. It seems like he can't go 2 days without another depressive episode. He is terrified of everything. People, himself, doing things. He's so scared that everyone is just gonna abandon him that he forgets to actually enjoy them now. He wants to be better but he doesn't know how. He's been the way he is for the majority of his life so getting better kind of sounds crazy.

He really doesn't think he deserves anything. He can't even be sad in peace. Why should anyone hang out with him? He's not a good person. Why should he enjoy these things he has? He hasn't done anything worthy of having them. Why should he be so fucking misrible? Surely there are people worse off than him. He has to laugh at everything because it distracts him from how he really feels.

When he says he's not a good person, he means it. Really how could he be? He hasn't done jack shit for anyone else. Staying out of trouble and being nice to people doesn't make you good. It makes you bare minimum. The people he considers friends are really just the people he's known the longest that can still tolerate him. Despite them sticking around he can't shake this awful feeling like every one of them hates him and just pretends to like him. Does his family actually love him? Or do they just say that because they're related? He can't tell anymore.