Girls are so right when they tell me to go kill myself or wish me dead. I’m ugly and a scum and my head never worked or was clear. I’m useless and a failure even at shaving my own stubble or at pretending to be nice or decent or polite. I just fester all day long in my foggy head of hatred and violence and delusions like a wasteful idiot freak. I think I take their advice. I should have killed myself long ago.