Why are we still here?
Were all just losers after all.

I forgotten what it felt to be loved.
I forgotten, the feeling of triumph, as if I'm in a prison of failure.

It feels, like my only friends are some faggots behind a screen who have equally failed in life.
Why didn't I just kill myself.
I wish I could just end it all, but I'm too much of a pussy to 'do it'.