It all started on July 10, 2000 when I was born. Seven pounds eleven ounces. Not a sound came out of my mouth. My parents thought I was dead. I should've been dead. I don't deserve to be here. I'm a fuck up. I hate myself. I'm an only child. I shouldn't even be anything. I shouldn't have been born. I was a mistake. My parents waited seven years for this fuck up. I wanna apologize to them but they'll just tell me to shut up because I'm "perfect". I'm their "miracle". I don't know why anyone would want me. I should run away and kill myself. I might leave a note. I might not. I don't know yet. I'm just a useless piece of shit. I'm a wasted space. I'm fat, talentless, ugly, annoying, *insert any "insult" that would work here*. There's really nothing else to say so this will only be one chapter long because I just explained my whole life in less that 200 words. No one should waste their time, energy, or breathe on me. I don't deserve any of it.
