my family tree has such a fungus

I still can't get to the part

where I'm supposed to be grateful.

For anything.

The unbearable sadness of life

taints all things for me.

Values, relationships, passions (WTF are those?)

Nothing I say 

will sound authentic enough 

because I won't believe it anyway.

Thanks, relatives, for saddling me

with this s****y outlook on life

you passed down to me,

along with diabetes, high blood pressure, and mental illness.

From the jump, I didn't even have a shot.

B******s.

My family tree has such a fungus!