I suck.
I don't deserve to exist.
I will die lonely and alone.
I only cause harm.
I don't do any good.
All I do is spread pain.
I just...I don't want to cause any issues. I don't want to be problematic. I don't want to do anything which gives people bad memories, sours things, makes things worse, ruins experiences, etc.
And yet I am.
I do.
So like.
When these are the people I love the most.
I deserve nothing good.
And deserve only bad.
I love my friends.
They are amazing and incredible and wonderful.
They do so many wondrous things.
I was close to them.
They were family.
And I deserve to be removed from that family.
So like.
Every attempt I make to do good, only causes harm.
Because I am horrible.
I want to do good.
I don't think I will ever succeed.
So I deserve misery and suffering and all the loneliness of my pathetic existence.
Because that's all I am.
I'm pathetic.
I'm so sorry.
I shouldn't even be trying.