And suddenly I'm getting this feeling that my whole life sucks, again, suddenly coming out from nowhere, for no reason. Sometimes when I have to see or even have to think of all these lucky couples, on the streets, even in my family and all my friends, it makes me kinda sick. Coz everyone has or have had someone they're in love, really everyone...except from me. I don't have anyone, I never have found true love and I'm sure I also never will find my first true love. Yeah, why couldn't I have been born dead? Coz what shall I live for? So that's the reason I hate myself for keeping alive, I even hate myself for being afraid of dying. I even wish I wouldn't be afraid of death, so I already would have committed suicide. I hate me!