I want him but I can't have him.
He's already devoted himself to another girl.
I was never good enough for him to begin with, was i?
No, I wasn't.
I'll never be good enough for any guy.
I'm too rough for them, too worthless for them.
My friends show me fake love to keep me alive so they can use me.
It's already happened, and I've given up on life.
I'll at least make them happy by letting them use me.
Why do I endure this hardship?
Because if I don't commit suicide, it'll make a lot of people happy and
I might have a slim chance of getting to Heaven.
Hell is fine, too, because I know I deserve it.
I'm gonna die single, and not because I wanted to.
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