This Friday will most likely be my last day.
I don’t deserve to be here at all.
I’ve been bad since I was born and have spent my life trying to make up for all the bad things I have done, the people I have hurt.
I cannot do anything right.
I’ve had little thoughts here and there when I was younger, but now I am sure.
I would not wish this on anyone else. Not at all.
Is it possible to be this bad and yet, love?
I love you, my family, my soulmate, my friends.
But I am bad for this world.