Tell me, who left me in charge of a body that I have to feed
And exercise
And make sure it's not injured
And then decide
"hey! Let's make it a girl, make it hate itself, want to die, and might aswell just throw in some social anxiety and depression, ok time to throw it on this stupid planet"
Why? Why of all people, me
Why do I even exist?
Why am I this way?
Why can't I stop being sad and depressed all the time?
My head hurts
My chest hurts
What's wrong with me?
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