getting to my breaking point

i’m getting to my breaking point. i can’t go to school i can’t go to work i’m not a good boyfriend i’m not a good friend. i just cut and sleep and jerk off and play games all day i don’t contribute anything to society or anyone i love. what is the fucking point. everyone lies to me about everything good. you don’t have to lie. i know i’m fat, i know i’m sick, i know i’m lazy, i know i should shave, nobody is brave enough to tell me because they’re scared the little hopeless autistic sensitive guy is gonna do something bad if they tell me how they feel. well!!!!! guess what, you’re not making it any better. fuck everything!