"Hello. Do you know who I am? Of course you don't. I'm a nobody. I'd tell you my name, but you don't care. I'm just lonely. Nobody cares about me. Nobody cares what I think. People treat me like dirt. My opinion doesn't matter. Nothing about me matters. I try to say something, but nobody listens. They don't even try. I hate my life. I've never had a friend. I never even had a chance to make a friend. You're probably feeling sorry for me right now. But if you knew me, you wouldn't care anymore. I hate you all. My entire life is pointless and sad. It's like I'm not even there. I never get to do anything fun with anybody. Nobody loves me, and that hurts. I know I'm not wanted. Not that it matters. Nobody gives a damn about me or what I think, they all just want me gone. Nobody even knows me, and they won't even give me a chance. I'm hopeless. The worst part is, I'm not even exaggerating. At all. And I don't have the power to change any of it. I'm just so sad."
This story is true, as horrible as that is. I tear up just thinking about that. And do you know who it's about? Do you feel sorry for that person? Do you care?