YOU are tragic. YOU are a nightmare. YOU are not a human. And what's more to say when YOU are not even capable of expressing emotions. A dark loaf of tragedy shadows everywhere you go, you are a nuisance. You should just die, you don't deserve to live.
Everything you touch dies, you make everything disappear. The only thing you're good for is being a disposable punching bag for everyone that's having a bad day. You're not worth the oxygen you breathe, so just make sure you plant a thousand trees before you go out of that shitty ass orphanage that you crawled out of. Just fuck off.
Before you came here everything was fine and dandy, but now look at this mess you've created; kids falling off the roof, boats sinking in the ground, and even a FUCKING SHARK feeding on everyone that comes near the fucking pool. To be completely honest with you, if you were to die, everyone won't NOT notice it. Because everyone can see the whole heavens opening up the skies above us because your ugly little shitty face gone down and hit the can. Everyone'll be glad you died. Hell, they might even make a whole week of holiday dedicated to your passing.
Think about it, by you doing us a big favor and hitting the can, you might as well be giving millions of people the space for relief from their horrible jobs and giving kids the happiness of being able to play games all week, just because of the holidays that will definitely be made after you kill yourself.
Feed yourself to the dogs. Swim with megalodons.
Skydive with no gear. Piss off the mafia. Jump and get hit by a car going 379 miles per hour. Or just, you know, stab yourself. I don't care how you die. You're just a waste of space. You shouldn't have been born in the first place... You're worthless.
(Author: This story is not intended for anybody. Just wrote something that came to mind.)