That is just how I feel there is no point to anything I am just so lonely isolated. The only thing left is death when will that come how much misery have I got to go through. What can I do who is for me who do I talk too or am I just not worth it. Who makes these choruses for me. Why am I so insignificant and worthless. I was told as a child I was totally useless, clumsy, brainless, and no one would want to be associated with me I was a thing not a person. How true she was I owe the world the world owes me nothing. I am nothing. useless blob.