Been living this fucking life for 24 years.

24 years of being misunderstood.

24 years of being left behind.

24 years of disappointments and failures.

To be honest, I still wanna live, I'm afraid to die. I'm afraid not knowing how will my siblings will turn out to be or my cousins.

But I'm also afraid to move further, knowing I'll just hurt and disappoint more if I continue to live.

I got to the point that even though I know I'm in the right, I still blame myself cuz all my life I've known I'm always wrong.

My existence is wrong, I wasn't meant to be born. I was born because some married guy forgot to use a condom when he a fucked a random girl. I was born unplanned.

I wasn't meant to be in this world, that's how I always felt.

So I'm correcting this mistake, maybe by erasing the mistake that is me, will be the only right thing I have ever done to my life.

I don't know when I will "correct" myself, still mustering up courage but I know it's sooner rather than later.

I have a lot of dreams that I wanna strive unto but I'm just too tired.

Guess I'm just sorry for my existence.