First world problems

And i'm sorry for the way i look i haven't gone outside in weeks and every time someone stops by they tell me what they think i need i don't need a doctor i don't need psychiatry i don't need religion cause i don't think that i believe i'm sorry for the way i feel i haven't gotten up in days and every time someone stops by i tell them just to go away i don't need an answer i just need some kind of bend i don't need my family cause jack daniel's is my best friend and i don't wanna be apart of this i just wanna have my place and i don't wanna have a sense of purpose cause i don't want to participate i'm sorry for the way i talk i don't talk that much anymore cause every time i talk i find myself a bore its not that i don't like you i just don't like to speak because my life gets harder each and every week and i'm sorry if i'm mean i don't mean to be a jerk but every time i turn around something doesn't wanna work the tv doesn't turn off the sink is on the fritz the dryer isn't working and im getting kind of sick of this and i don't wanna be a burden i just need some kind of helping hand and i don't wanna have a sense of purpose and i hope that you can understand i don't need someone to tell me what i need to do i don't need someone to tell me what i'm going through i don't need someone to tell me what i need to do i just need someone to tell me that they love me too and i'm sorry for the way i am im doing everything i can but every time i take a stand i fall back on my ass again and again