Nothing is ever enough for this crap, for this family. They called me crazy to the point of saying they're going to call a mental hospital to have me committed because he even has number. I try my best, but nothing is enough. My mother even yelled, "Go take care of the cat!" I'm trying my best, I'm taking care of it. I hate this family. I hate myself because I should be dead. My efforts are meaningless; I try my best and nobody is satisfied. My leg is hurt, but I'm trying my best. It's always like this, all day long I hear "It's all your fault," okay, if it's really my fault, why don't you just kill me and take my life? All my efforts were in vain, and they still say it's all your fault, they yell at me. My life is a mess, I wish I were dead. Not only that, I'm watching my cat suffer, and I'm constantly being blamed. I'm trying my best, but nothing is enough. They are never satisfied. I've already realized that I am the problem. I hate myself so much because I exist, I shouldn't exist. Okay, I admit it's all my fault, I'm the one to blame. I am a useless idiot.
