it seems i am a waste of space, i can be exist, i can be disappear too. the existance of me is nothing. one day i die, someone maybe few sad, but not for long. and the whole world keeps going. people live thier lives. after thier sadness, their lives get back to normal. it shows that i am really nothing. i can’t find the meaning of my life. what do i live for? what do i must have to do? although people can live without knowing the meaning, if life without meaning, it is so bore. depression, annoying. what do i need to change my feeling? what is missing in my life? aim? i am a coward. i am selfish. i am a jerk. i cheat. i betrayal. i don’t have contribution to anyone. i don’t have money. i don’t worth any money. i hate. yeah it is me. it is real me.