I'm tired of being a burden to my family. I'm not able to work or study, and I make them spend a lot of money on my medication and therapy.
Money they could be using to pay debts. To live a better life.
They spent so much money on my education, and what do they get? an ungrateful good-for-nothing.

My brother is really smart and has a good future. Everybody is proud of him, while I'm just... there, nothing special, a waste of space.
I'm tired of being so pathetic and useless. What is the point of living like this? Of knowing that even if I get cured from depression, I'd still be the same ignorant and worthless person?

I use ~mental illnesses~ as an excuse. To pretend they're the reason I'm not a better person, when it's actually all my fault.

I'm so, so tired...