These past few days made me realize that I actually don’t matter. I’m barely a blip on anybody’s radar. If I died nobody would notice, and I don’t mean that in a suicidal way. I just mean that if I died nobody could tell you what my favorite color is, or that my life had any meaning. I’ve done nothing with my life, absolutely nothing and even the people I love the most barely love me back. I’m seriously a worthless piece of shit. I am nothing. I don’t exist.