Someone I was close to posted something on social media about their life getting better and that it's starting to have meaning again. I can't help but feel like I was one of the reasons why they suffered. I've always been a burden. It's my fault why I lost that friendship. I keep getting negative thoughts and they got tired of me. They said I'm overwhelming, that I'm exhausting. Why should I even live if I'm just being a burden to everyone. Every time I get thoughts and want to talk about them I always feel like I'm being a burden. I feel like I'm being dramatic for having thoughts about what happened, for trying to avoid things that remind me of what happened.

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I'm the problem not them. I become a burden when I talk about what I feel, they just become uncomfortable. There's no way to redeem myself. The bad things I do always outweigh the good things I do. I'm trash and I deserve to burn to death. I deserve to die. Everything would be so much better when I'm dead.