I'm useless, as I watch the days go by I realize that I'm probably just not cut out to succeed. I'm bored, have few friends, am afraid to go out and do things on my own accord, and I'm afraid that I'm just taking up space that could be filled with something more useful. I'm a second thought to everyone I know, sometimes even my own family seems to forget about me. I wish I was talented at something, anything, it would give some purpose to this seemingly meaningless life. I keep on living because of a reason I'm unsure of, even though it hurts so much, I guess I just want to be there in case there's a chance out of a trillion that there is a person out there that I can help that nobody else can, even though I doubt there is.