Why do I feel this way? Darkness has such a vice grip on me. I can’t breathe. I can’t think straight. I feel empty and hopeless. Alone. Defeated. Ugly. Useless. My heart hurts so much. I am passionate about a lot of things. But I have no one to share that with. No one that likes the things I do. I can’t stop crying. Or feeling this darkness in the pit of my stomache. What are friends? I seclude myself from everyone else because I’m afraid to be open and be myself. But being myself apparently isn’t good enough. What if I was normal? I’m not pretty or cool. I don’t know how to be confident. Social media is a crutch. It’s lethal. If you spend too much time on it you will go crazy and depend on it. Because I want to be liked and talk about things I have in common with others. But no one truly cares. At all. Oh well.