EVERY DAY IS A BAD DAY BECAUSE AT THE END OF THE DAY I'M STILL ME

Every day is a bad day for me because...                                                       
at the end of the day I'm still lonely.                                                        
at the end of the day I haven't done my homework.                                              
at the end of the day I haven't heard someone say to me "I love you"                           
at the end of the day I've still never been on a date.                                         
at the end of the day I still haven't kissed a girl.                                           
at the end of the day I haven't talked to someone I'm close to.                                
at the end of the day I'm still not really close to anyone.                                    
by the end of the day I'm frustrated by not being understood.                                  
by the end of the day I've usually looked at my reflection more than 25 times,                 
        and each time that I looked, I still wasn't good-looking.                              
at the end of the day, I'm still not in shape.                                                 
at the end of the day, my eating habits are still irregular.                                   
at the end of the day, I still haven't gotten a hug.                                           
by the end of the day, I miss someone.                                                         
by the end of the day, I miss someone/something I've never even had.                           
by the end of the day, I've still just sat around thinking all day.                            
at the end of the day, I still haven't read from the book I have waiting for me.               
at the end of the day, I still haven't collected more arts.                                    
by the end of the day, I still haven't found someone to catch me as I fall, so I fall.         
at the end of the day, I still haven't got a shoulder to cry on.                               
at the end of the day, my parents still aren't proud of me.                                    
at the end of the day, I still don't meet the expectations of me.                              
by the end of the day, I'm sad that though I can make people laugh by being funny,             
        I don't make people smile just by being here.                                          
by the end of the day, I'm depressed that noone has called me.                                 
by the end of the day, I'm depressed that I haven't talked to the one I really love to talk to.
by the end of the day, I'm depressed that she doesn't WANT to talk to me.                      
by the end of the day, I'm depressed thinking I'll never find true love.                       
at the end of the day, I'm sad that I still haven't found true love.                           
by the end of the day, I'm sad because of the amount of times I've sighed during the day.      
by the end of the day, I'm depressed about the good-looking people.                            
at the end of the day, I still have strong emotions,                                           
        but I'm not strong enough to bear them alone, and I am.                                
at the end of the day, I want to cry but usually don't                                         
        because I'll need to be emotionally strong in my current future.                       
at the end of the day, I'm still worthless.                                                    
at the end of the day, I'm still not happy.                                                    
at the end of the day, I still wish I was dead,                                                
        ...because at the end of the day, I'm still me.                                        

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