I can barely bring myself to type this. I can't even find words to describe how horrible I feel. I feel like I'm a nuisance, a burden to everyone around me. For others, I'm a target, or a means to an end. I've been this way since freshman year in high school. I am currently twenty, and going to a community college. I'm pushing 250 lbs. Exercise is pointless. It is exploited by charlatans to sell pills and cosmetic surgery. Since 2009, I have attempted suicide twice. I fail to see the point of killing myself. There is no point. At the same time, life is meaningless. All we can do while we live is wait to die, and succumb to eternal darkness. Nothingness. When we die, our friends and families will forget about us, if not celebrate our demise to cover for their own denial of the pointlessness of it all. When the nukes finally go off, and when the Earth is reduced to ash, the Universe at large will not care. When this Universe goes, the others will follow. And then, nothing.