I have lived life... constantly thinking that I will change things... that I will make things better... that I will prove myself. But the more I go on, the more I realize how... maybe this isn't meant to be. I am fighting... and I shouldn't. I need to give up...
I do not mean to upset anyone... and I do not want to make anyone here feel worse than they already do.
But this is the thing...
All of my life I have been a burden. My grandmother didn't have to take me and my siblings in... but she did... Lot of the people in my family hated her for it. And she kept me and my siblings for all those years... and I was just a burden... No help at all...
I did try, of course... but it wasn't good enough. Nothing I do is ever good enough...
And now, I'm sick... I have a disease, and maybe there's even more wrong with me than I know, which would just make me an even greater burden.
Livin' off government money... which is really everyone else's money... the taxpayer's money... People who aren't burdens on this society, who work hard... and are healthy.
And my illness just makes people upset... I know its because they're good people, and they don't like to see people suffer. Nobody likes to see someone suffer...
I've only ever wanted to be a good person... who works hard and can make people happy... But I can never be that.
I am aware that...I'm not thinking quite right... I do feel very irrational... and I think maybe I will feel better later... there's someone I want to talk to...
But I don't know what I'll say... and I don't know what I have in mind afterwards...