Why am I here?

I dont know what to do anymore... I feel so alone. No one wants me, no one loves me. I screw up all the time. Lets be real I am a screw up. The only reason my parents wanted me was because they had a miscarriage. Someone had to die to make me live my suisidal life. My birthday is in two days. June 27. Im going to be 14. When I blow out my candles Im going to wish for a redo, on my whole life. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if my mom didnt have a miscarriage... if she never had me... or what if I was a miscarriage... would she be happier than she is now?

-L