Worthless

Well it's official: I guess I am the most worthless person on the face of this planet.

No matter how hard I try to do the right thing or make things nicer or easier for other people, it's not right.

By not saying what's *really* on my mind makes me a hateful and evil person. It must be true - that's what I was told.

My opinions and point-of-view don't matter - they are all totally wrong.

I guess I wasn't raised right and I am socially inept. What makes sense to me and what I perceive as common sense doesn't seem to be on the same wavelength with any one else in the world. I don't understand why everyone seems to think that I expect too much. Apparently courtesy and manners and doing your fair share is too much to ask from anyone.

It appears that the world would be a happier place if I crawled under a rock and stayed there.

It seems the only way everyone is happy is if I'm a doormat.

Screw that.