I am nothing, but a failure. Everything I do will always end on bad terms. Why do I even think, breathe, live?
I shouldn’t.
I’m just a waste of energy. This creatures called depression tore apart the life I used to have. Nothing just a dark void feeling the hole the creature had left.
I hate every second of it. Knowing I’m going to always fail in everything I do. I shouldn't even be here talking about it. I should be out there, enjoying a normal like other ponies. No instead I failed.
I failed at having a good and normal life.
I failed.