i can’t take it anymore. i’m so ashamed of myself. i feel like i only exist to make people happy, in the way you’d see a clown or pet. no matter how much i try to look professional, i can’t do basic tasks, i fumble a lot, and i feel like an idiot everywhere i go. suicide seems like the only answer to get away from the shame.

my pet is the only reason i fight to survive. she needs me as no one else will take care of her if i go. i love her to bits, regardless of how she actually views me. she’s the only thing bringing me comfort when nothing else can.