Yeah, absolutely. If my younger self knew I was fucked from the get go maybe I would be gone by now. I wanted to get a job in the medical field or ecology, be a friendly neighboor and adopt a kid or something so I could give them the life I never had. Instead I couldn't pass basic tests for math so I'm actually stupid, my health plummeted, I have untreated and undiagnosed mental disorders that fuck my life up and make me suffer, failing health and I constantly bring abusers into my life. I think about this all the time, because its my reality, and nothing gets better, I just pretend Im doing okay for most people now. I do cry too, a lot, just a little less recently. I was born a sappy piece of shit who cries at the slightest hint people are upset with me. One half of me is this sensitive, people-pleasing, overly-friendly door mat type and an angry, indignant, hateful persona. If you read my post history you might see that. I wish I could just fucking die. There is nothing in this life for me, I was suppose to be aborted, and now I am punished for apparently wasting h02 other people could breathe. Its not like I WANT to LIVE.