I am a leech, a virus, a plague, lately, I've been thinking that I just drag everyone around me down. I've seen people with situations worse than mine yet I feel so down as trying my best to make do with the work I've been given, however, no matter how much I improve I just fuck more shit up than I make. Even with all this support from family and friends, I still can't get anywhere other than dig my own grave in a body I probably hijacked and take someone else's opportunities to be something great. I should've just thrown myself off the balcony in my old house. It would make the lives around me much easier since I was made as a joke. If I could go back in time I would fix all my mistakes and erase myself from this body, because I tried to help people who have depression, though it just made me feel even more ungrateful and useless for existing as I could really do more in not existing. I don't know why am still hanging around as I'm just an empty emotionless thing, calling me a monstrosity wouldn't be able to even describe what I am, nowhere in the slightest.  Even compared to everything the world has made I would be the lowest of the lowest pathetic scum in the entire universe. As for I can't go without destroying the things my family and friends are going to be sad over the fake shit that they thought was me when in reality I am none of those. Guess this is it, I'm really sorry for all the damage I caused for anyone who knew me in real life.