I have never truly wished anyone dead. Now I do.

I don't get the snotty b****es who stare me up/down. I don't dress provocatively and suffer low self esteem. I also ignore their flirty husbands. Haters.

after four years of college I cant find a job in my field in my small town. I haven't told anyone I've given up what I loved once doing.

I don't have any friends here. I deserve it to after the horrible things I said.

Sometimes I feel like I carry the memories of millions of people who died and had no one to defend them or tell their story. It's overwhelming and I need a hug.