Some people are sad because they think they are a burden to others.
Some people are so alone that they would love to be a burden to others.
To be a burden means that someone cares enough to not let you behind.
Am I a burden? should I be left behind? should I be buried alive?
If i'm not useful anymore, why am I still living?
Maybe i'm not even a burden and i'm just so pretentious to think that someone cares enough for me.
Years ago I thought I was smart and open minded. But now I am just a jerk. Another middle class dumb fuck. What potential still lies within me?
Should I end it all?
How I envy those without a troubled mind.
Now I see why L was so mad at me years ago.
Who would want to spend time with a depressive idiot. A useless, gloom idiot with zero creativity and no talent.
So many regretful things.
The memories that still haunt me.
I wish I could start over again.