I am Gods punching bag

[Vermilioncore]

I was born ugly. I was born stupid and talentless and worthless. I have no worth or reason to be alive. Birthing me was the same as taking a massive shit. The only different was I was told to live while shit is lucky enough to be flushed down the drain and forgotten and isn’t sentient.

I don’t like being me. I hate who I am. I hate the person I am. I hate everything about me.

One thing that stands out in my birth was I was told I was an easy birth. I then remember the slogan “nothing that’s worth it comes easy.”