Gah. Why go on?

I hate these days when life just seems meaningless and my life amounts to exactly nothing. I hate that I don't matter to anyone in that special way. I hate crying so hard. I hate pain. I hate that for some reason, I can be on display in front of single men, and no one wants me. Dangit. I honestly think I could not be here, and it would only drastically affect my cat and even he would adapt in about a day. I hate hormones.