I don't know

I don't know why I have come here again.
Do I feel like I need to whine?
To complain about my life and all things in it?
Is it because I am, once again,
In my house?
With my family.
I am forever growing a hatred towards
My family.
I am forever growing a hatred towards
Myself.
I am forever growing a hatred towards
Everything.
Nothing.
I am becoming more and more melancholy.
I do not wish to feel.
Not like this.
Not any more.
I do not like so many things
In this world.
But I like you.
I don't want to be here.
I don't want to do this.
Why?
Please
Don't question me.
Let me be
Alone.