I should be where others are not.

Perhaps it’s just my new chronic self. Perhaps the constant pain ebbing away my joy has turned me snippy, irritable. I’m just not pleasant anymore. I am irrelevant. I am a burden. I serve no purpose in this life.

I don’t say this for sympathy or reassurance. I say it as a matter-of-fact. 

I should be alone. Free the people I love from me.