Dear Pope,

I'm Quite Sick Of The World.
Not Much,
But,
Quite.
For One,
Nobody Seems To Acknowledge The Fact I Exist.
Its Frustrating Because I Do Great-ish Things.
I Try My Best To Be The One That Everybody Likes,
Nothing I Do Seems To Be Ok Enough For This Retarded World.
Secondly,
When People Do Realise Me,
Its To Make Fun Of Me,
Underestimate Me,
Treats Me Like I'm A Little Bastard.
I Know I'm Not That Smart,
I Know I'm Quite Retarded,
But,
You're Not Perfect Too,
So.
You Know,
Fuck.
People Read My Blog Once In A While,
They're Like,
What A Noob,
What A Pathetic Little Fucktard.
And They Laugh.
It Makes Me Not Want To Live.
If This Is Life,
I'm Better Off Dead.
I Have Come To This Conclusion That Isolating Myself Is The Best Thing To Do,
Not From Everyone,
Just People Who Hate Me.
What Are Friends If All They Want Is To Be Better Than You?
Fuck It.
I'm Not Saying I'm A Pussy,
And That I Can't Deal With A Little Critiscm,
It's Bullshit Because Everything I Do Gets Critizced.
What The Fuck?!
I Can't Even Spell?
I'm Telling You This Is Total Bullshit.
I Was Born On An Even Numbered Day,
Even Numbered Month,
And An Even Numbered Year,
And I'm Quite Odd.
Not Much,
But Quite.
-Sebastian'NotGoodEnoughForTheWorld'Pettersson-