I have a roof over my head
Clothes on my back
Parents
And food
I should be great full content and happy with my life.
So why do I feel like the world would be better without a stupid monster who is a stain on the world and the people I cherish?
Why do I feel like if I kill myself things will be better.
When I know that death only brings burden to people around you, emotionally, physically, and even financially.
And even still knowing that, I feel numb and as if I will never be able to be truly happy with what I have or to accomplish anything without hurting others or messing things up to the point of being destroyed.
Why can't I feel content or happy
Am I just that selfish?