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I feel utterly exhausted. It seems like every time I have to go to my dead-end job, I can't help but notice happy couples around me. I can't understand this injustice that makes me feel utterly worthless when I see them. Why are they happy, born normal, while I feel hideous, lacking even the courage to contemplate suicide? This pointless agony makes no sense. No matter what I do, in the end, I'll just end up as the most pitiful person on the planet. The only thing left for me is that I've stopped crying at night, just imagining my hopeless future. I've already accepted it. I'm nothing, just emptiness. Even my mother, the only person who doesn't see me as a hideous doll because of my appearance, hates me. It's hurtful that she speaks of it directly, telling me how insignificant I am. I just wish I could earn a little more, live alone where no one bothers me, and live out my miserable life, at least without constant insults, lying on the bed imagining that I was born happy and that I have at least one person who values me
