Already feeling like I'm a huge burden on my family and friends and that I shouldn't be allowed to exist and be with these people because their life would be so much better if I didn't exist.

Dad comes in to yell at me for not listening and helping Mom and Dad and asked me, "Are you really my child?"

Thanks. A lot.

(I think "rant" is more like "really upset feelings that I don't want to see when I'm feeling better again" when on this blog. Ohwell.)