I should've never even been born. My parents were right to say that. My grandfather was right to threaten to kill me, but why he didn't kill me? As said "the weight of the air is torture", "don't know who I am anymore". Why do I love you, why do I love the people I spend time with knowing they're going to die before or after me, to suffer pain and pain only? I tried happiness, why I'm an addict. I tried to stop the pain, which is why I cut. I tried to get away, which is why i tried to hang myself. I tried giving up, which is why I tried to cut my neck and chest open. I regret my choice of living, as I have for years. I should have ended my life when I had the chance, 13 years ago. I'm worthless, as everyone I really know says.