I am unsure abt the purpose of my existence. I am just not as capable as anyone else I see, to each of his own. My existence is a mistake. This world has no place for my scanty talents. I have nothing to offer to this world, and when is the day stop hating myself? Life is precious. But not mine. I am getting ready for eternal punishment tat is set for me. I failed in my relationships, I am weird, ugly and stupid. Like what others said, my existence is a mistake. Who says God is perfect? if he even exists? I say tat he had made a mistake and that's me. Nobody needs me anyway. I am just a number in this world. A burden. A liability. A coward. I will pray that one day I will have the courage to kill myself. If I do, congratulate me.