I resent my parents for bringing me into this world.

In my mid-20s and have never been more sure of never wanting kids. I don’t have high standards, I don’t demand much, yet it seems bringing a child into this world just seems like too much. <br><br>I look at my parents with resentment because I feel they selfishly procreated, bringing me into the world without my consent. They didn’t ask me if I wanted to be born. They didn’t ask me if I wanted to take on student loans, if I wanted to constantly look for a job, if I wanted to be stressed about paying bills. <br><br>I want to ask them, why would you bring a soul into the world that didn’t ask for this? Why would you procreate when you know darn well the world isn’t a great place? Why would you risk my future and put me in such a tough situation?<br><br>Maybe I’m overthinking this, but it’s something that’s been on my mind lately.