It seems that because I never know everything that has happened in someone's past, I will never be able to say just the right thing to help and console them. I will always say something wrong, I will always make a mistake, and will always will be wrong. It's like I'm cursed.
I want to do something good, I want to offer advice that is helpful, and I want to be a good friend. I want to help others, and yet, every-time I seek to do so, it seems that I am bound to inevitably fail, as I will eventually say something that causes everything to fall apart.
I honestly think things are hopeless, and my endeavors to make friends are meaningless. If I was meant to have friends, then I would have such, I would have a family that loves me, and people who would never betray me, and people would find me worthwhile to know and love.
Instead, I am a revolting, annoying, pest, someone unworthy of notice, of time, effort, a waste of space, breath, and time...
Why have I been born cursed to never have a lasting friendship? Or to have my family, my bloodkin, care for me? Why must I be forsaken? Life is cruel, when you have only good intentions, and yet only the worst happens.