What else is there.
What else is left of me? Frankly speaking, I don't think I would ever have a bright future ahead. Hell, I don't think I would even have one, this what we called, a future . My existence hardly has its meaning. Even if I cease to exist, like that ever matters. With or without me, possibly no one would even notice. I write stories, but they are boring to the point no one ever bothers to read. They don't even have any significant meaning to others but only to myself. I draw yet they are so horribly drawn, I should hang myself. Then, whatever is left of me to do? What is it that I am capable of doing? Basically, I am worthless. My existence has no meaning. Might as well have society with their pitchforks, then toss me out of this world that I don't belong. Why can't I, at least, have something that I should be proud of? Intelligence.. Talents.. Is it too much to ask for? ANYTHING SO I COULD BE ACCEPTED. I just... want to be accepted. And reassurance tha...