I'm so done with my life. My life is so full with problems. My nephew dropped from the bed and has a bruise on his cheek, it's all my fault for not taking care of him well. The thought of leaving my house is suddenly becoming so strong. I'm helpless. No one can help me. I'm starting to doubt myself, whether I should even be living in this world. I'm in such deep trouble now and I'm not afraid to get scolded nor get hit. I'm probably used to it. I am a burden, a useless burden for my family. I love them so much but I'm afraid I can't stay here much longer. If I leave one day, never come and find me, I'll be okay.
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