Despondant

People say God never makes mistakes. That everyone has a purpose. I beginning to believe my purpose is to inflict some type of misery and pain on absolutely everyone I know. It makes me sad, but it seems to me that after anyone is around me for a few months, I start getting on their nerves. My very existence pisses them off. I get told I am not even a member of my own family. People think I enjoy seroquel, which makes me impotent and makes me sleep a lot.So that is my job. God created me to hurt people and piss them off just by my existence. Sounds like a mistake to me.