TheNerdanionMirror's Book Of Death

So, I'm Sorry.

-Abby, you're not allowed to read this because you're gonna yell at me.

It seems like everything I touch breaks. Or become worse. Every person's life I enter spirals down.

And it's not just that. Every class I'm in, the teacher says that it's their worst class. It's because of me. It's because I'm there. It's because I'm still here. I'm still alive.

Everyone's lives start to become worse. It's like I'm a bad omen to everyone.

Sorry, I disappoint everyone.

I truly believe I shouldn't live. Because my existences wreaks havoc. Everyone's depressed, sad, not in a good mood when I'm around, or just worse.

I don't know why people trust me for things, I'm horrible at promises, and why people say coming to me helps them. Maybe no one else was available.

I'm just Plan B.

I'm a distraction.

And so, I'm sorry.

For making your life worse. I'll try not to be around you anymore. And see how much your life has improved.

And don't pity me and say your life didn't improve. I love you enough to watch over you, see how you are, see your well being. I'll see how much happier you've gotten.

(I got bored so I wrote something I'd say to my friends.)