I'm an inferior human being. I hate knowing that I'll never be intelligent enough to do anything important or worthy of respect. The world would lose absolutely nothing if I died right now. I'll always be miserable. I can't "enjoy life" if I'm measurably, objectively worthless. Some might plead with me. "But people love you! You can't leave them because of your obsessive need to prove yourself. Even if you are inferior in some respects, you don't need to kill yourself!" No. I can't keep living. It's awful. I'll never be happy with myself, and I will never have self-respect. I used to bite, hit, and pinch myself when I was younger. Even as a young boy, I knew that I was inferior in every way, and my belief in my own worthlessness and mental inferiority has only gotten stronger with age. My struggles with these obsessive thoughts will never end. My mind always finds a way to make me hate myself. I think that being "kind" to myself is wrong and that I should be as cruel to myself as possible. I'm mentally defective in other ways. My emotional intelligence is incredibly low. I'm not even sure that I can feel love or joy. I don't think that I qualify as a "true" human.
