I.Hate.Everything.

Why is that every time I am around my family I just feel like I am the most stupid, the fattest person, the ugliest person, the least like to ever be able to become anything worth anything on the planet, and the least loved? Oh wait thats because I am. I mean really. Is it to much to ask for just one thing to go right in my life EVER? All I have is Jeff and Marty. Marty is his dog and we all know he will leave me in time. This year Im thankful for the fact that I haven't offed myself yet. Or am I? No not even that.