I hate my life. I always have. Turning 28 in three days only makes me hate it more. Iím overweight, unhappy, and I feel like I just wanna curl up somewhere and die. Iíve always felt like an outcast. Ever since grade school, I was always the last one picked. Itís hard for me to make friends because of the number of times a so called ďfriendĒ stabbed me in the back or made comments about me behind my back. I canít, for the life of me, find a boyfriend, or even a date. Iíve tried online dating, but that turned into a disaster. The last guy I met online stood me up. I have trouble talking to guys. And when I do end up talking to them, itís usually because they want something from me, and then once theyíve gotten it, they high tail it out of there faster than the speed of light. I recently broke my leg, and ever since then, my health problems have escalated. Iím in constant pain, I canít exercise, and even the mention of ice puts me in a state of panic. Ever since then, Iíve been diagnosed with severe anxiety and depression. Iíve had problems with my menstrual cycle that make me fear going to the bathroom. And because of the fact that I couldnít deal with my depression, my last two friends dropped me like a rock because the just didnít want to deal with me anymore. My family constantly picks on me about one thing or another, usually my weight or my lack of a boyfriend or my lack of a social life. Itís a struggle to get up every day and face myself in the mirror because all I see is this disgusting, fat, ugly being that doesnít deserve to live. Iím beginning to wonder why I was even put on this earth if every day Iím stuck feeling like I donít belong.