Over the past year I have found that my existence is simply incompatible with life. Life is just something I cannot do like others can. I do not fit in, no matter how hard I try, I cannot meet simple expectations. I am sorry to say the depressed and anxious person will inevitably fail at this as the world is just not built for us, nor does it accommodate us, nor does it wait for us, thus, a plausible conclusion is that it does not care for us. I do not wish to live in a world in which I only suffer, and a world in which causes this suffering, only to be told off for not behaving correctly, as expected and displayed by many. How can I, in a world so frightening for me? Even after I die, it will be asked why do such a thing? There is no compassion, no attempt to understand.