Why am I here ?!?!?!

Most people have a purpose, Singing, dancing, maths, music and other fancy shit. I, however, have none. No purpose. NADA. I'm just here typing away to no one in my room. Everything I wanna do I can't even if I think I can my mind doesn't let me. Yesterday on my insta story I said I single handedly fucked up the universe and it's true. Just by being here I have messed up everyone's emotions and mind. I'm not even being hard on myself. I was born, messed up my mum and dads relationship. Went to school, made friends then pretty much disappeared without telling them. My sister was born, I hated her from day one cause I was ( and still am ) an attention seeking brat that wanted a baby bro. Current friends, I lie and I'm fake. Look in the mirror, I realise what an ugly irrelevant retard I am. The list goes on.

Seriously though why am I am ? Why are you here ? Why is anyone here. I think I am have one of those crisis things ( there's an actual word for it but I'm dumb and can't be asked to search it up). Not sure why but the whole of this year I've been thinking about it.

I was feeling so rubbish the  day I wrote this. I honestly have no idea where I was going with tis. I just read this and it actually really depressing so I'm sorry. Let's stop things right here I'll come back with another more interesting post tomorrow morning. 

That's all for now, bye from the darkside

~ Jenny Rose