You Just Broke Your Child. Congratulations.

Like trying to glue together a shattered plate or something. Some things are just broken. And that's ok.

I'm not trying to get to a better place or any of those things. This is me. This is it.

I happened. I don't like it. I don't like that I was born. Nothing can change that, you know?

have you ever considered volunteer work of some kind. Like helping people learn to read or serving the poor in a soup kitchen. Maybe you could get your sense of value from helping others. I’m not going to try to change you since you seem to have come to terms. But from the outside looking in, it’s bleak. I hate to see people living in that perspective.