I'm angry at god(if there even is one) for making me this way. I'm angry at the people around me for having it better, and being happy. I'm angry at the very concept of existence. I wish life were not live, I wish we didn't have free will, I wish life were scripted and pre-determined. That way, there would be no errors or mistakes in this world, only harmony. I'm angry at myself for this "sickness" I've developed. I'm so, so close to just ending it all, my family's feelings be damned. No one wants to help me. I'm just alone, forever.