Judgment points its finger at me

I hate myself utterly and totally for:

• Being white
• Being male
• Being human
• Being Southern
• Being American
  
• Being a consumer
• Being in competition for limited resources
• Being in the way
  
• Being fortunate
• Being conscious
  
• Being a weight upon our health care system
  
• Being an imposition upon the earth
• Being unable to form healthy human relationships
  
• Being alive
• Being "me," whatever that may be
  
• Being
  

Have I left anything out?

Even if you don't know me, you have these good reasons to hate me, so please do. It's the only rational response—that is, if I am to be considered at all, and I would prefer that I weren't. I want to be wiped off whatever tiny sliver of shared memory that exists among people I know. Just removed completely.

I pray this war inside me destroys me. I pray it destroys me now. I want nothing but an end to my life.