I am tired of living. All my life I tried, I tried to make things better, it gets better slightly, but becomes complicated in some effed up ways. Like two steps forward, one step backward. But I am so tired now, I am tried for fighting for life. I am not good at anything, just not good at winning in anything in life. Always been alone, lonely. I tried to normalize it. But what's the point of anything, why should we just keep on struggling, I didn't ask for this life why should I keep suffering, for what purpose, my parents had their chance to live, they didn't, I can't be responsible for their life.