you're cheering for nothing. I'm not fighting. I'm not trying. I'm just sitting and wallowing in my own self hatred and loneliness. Yes, I'm here, I'm alive, but to no end. I either mean nothing in people's lives, or I'm a major negative impact on them. I don't think the world or people would be better off if I was dead. I don't care. I honestly don't believe that my death would mean anything to anyone. But even if it did, I really don't care. The point of wishing I was dead is that nothing would matter anymore. I wouldn't exist, so nothing would he my problem.