The edge of a breakdown.

Why do other people have close friends they can talk to? I for one don't even have one to begin with. But probably I do, except for the fact they don't know anything about me I think. I think.

People can probably argue that I am happy all the time, but I'm not. It's just a mask I put on every single damn day.

My friends from the other class now dislike me. Probably because I am too loud. Seriously. What is the matter with me?  don't really know the cause but I know they dislike me by the way they're treating me.

Anyway. So much for friends. I have none. But like I said, I probably do. But I just don't realise it.  Yet. Maybe. Whatever.

I regret.

My decision in life.
I chose the worst possible way, and now I feel like ending my life. I was so content, why did I have to ruin everything with my last-minute decisions?

My results.
I know that I'm not gonna get good grades, because I have no motivation.  Someone should just go and call me and say positive words, so that I can do it? 

I guess I'm just jealous with the world. So happy like my friends from the other class.

I am the odd one out and nothing is ever gonna change because that's how it is.

I feel so lonely,

I feel like taking a rock and letting it hit my eyes so I can get blind and be oblivious in this world