Oh for god fucks sake mother, you can say how much im not good enough.
You can say how much stuff i dont right.
Fuck it.
You have permission to imagine me gone from existence.

But dont fucking say it like im not there. Dont say it while im there. I would rather not know then be treated like an inanimate object in the room. I can hear you. I undersysmd you. I know im not good enough for you. Im sorry im trying not to kill my self mom. Im sorry im not good enough mom. Im sorry im FUCKING DEPRESSED "mom". Im sorry i was even born to disturb you and your sons life. But no worries, ill be gone real soon. And you can celebrate with the others. Dont worry my body will decompose soon after so there wont be a mess. Ill be free and you can learn what hell is.

-to my "mom"
     I "love" you too💔