I don't belive i'm a human. Not because I resonate with another species, or because I wish I was something else. I don't belive i'm worthy of the title of a human being, like i'm a just sick amalgamation of flesh and bone made to pose as a person. People luagh. They love, they have experiences and make mistakes, people are flawed yes, but not too this degree. No human being could make mistakes like it's their only purpose, no person could be so suffocating in their actions it hurts just to be close to them. I feel as if I were to call myself human. I would be doing everyone a disgrace by putting myself on their level. I can feel, I can think, but never to the extent as others. I am less, i'm a tool on legs. A thing meant to serve others to find purpose for myself, becuse if I am not of use to others, I am not valued. And therefore my existences isn't justified. My life is a cruel joke made for people to consume and discard as they please, and that is all I am.