I Don't Need

Its always the same thing.
Day after fucking day.
Not good enough.
Not smart enough.
Not motivated enough.
Not as good as everyone else.
She says that I need people.
Why the fuck would I need people? What are they good for anyways?
The same thing.
I'm not good enough, never have been, never will be.
So is it really a surprise that I hate myself so much?
Is it really that shocking that I'm trying to die in the slowest way possible?
I'm halfway there.
Fading fast.