I am making up problems in my head. I am perfectly fine but pretending that something is wrong with me. I am selfish. I am a liar. A two-faced stubborn ungrateful *****. I am an attention *****. I am a crybaby. I am not mature enough to take responsibility for my own mistakes. I find other people to blame. I am pitiful. I am the worst kind of existing person. Someone who is able to do things, but stays idle and doesn't do **** for the world. All I do is consume food and breathe air. I contribute nothing to society. Sometimes I wish I didn't exist. That would make it a whole lot easier for the people I have bothered. I could give all the money I earned to someone else who would use it for some better deed. And some other person could have my things. I don't want them. But they are in perfect condition. Someone else can have my family. Someone who deserved to live. I'm sure someone else would make better use of the resources than me.

There is nothing wrong with me. But I am no good.