I don't understand my purpose on this awful planet. Why do I exist? Why did God choose to let me exist? Was it to let me suffer? I want to live but I don't want to exist. Why should I exist anyway? I'm clearly an asshole to my family, a ghost to my friends, and a nobody to strangers. I can't help anyone. No matter how hard I try, I can never help anyone with anything. I CAN'T EVEN HELP MYSELF! I believe that I born to help people, but what purpose is that when I can't even help myself? Why do I try to help people, when all they've done is hurt me? No matter how many chances I give them, no matter how much guidance, no matter how I hard I believe in them- they don't even try to accept my help, let alone stop themselves from hurting me. My head hurts, and I can't sleep. Everytime I stress out about something, I end up getting god awful, vivid nightmares.
