Personal Narrative: Why I Deserve Death

I was thinking about all the so called friends who've walked out on my life. The ones who gave me hope for my future. The ones who made me feel joy. The ones who made me feel like I matter. The ones who made me feel normal and valued. And then ditch me taking all of that away. I'm sick of it.

But you know what? I always believed I was the cause. I was a loser. I made them leave. I screwed up again. My life is worthless. My future is dark, lonely, miserable, and will probably end in suicide. I deserve to suffer. I deserve death... Or would death be too good for me....

Now I realize. It's not me. It's them. I may be autistic. But I am also human. I have feelings. I'm not trash that you can just throw away. I deserve to be treated like a