@Zombiegutz_latte
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self-worth
honestly just pitiful
I don't think a single positive thing could be attributed to me, and I'd prefer to not be corrected. there's really just no point in denying the fact that I am a sick, sick, sick and twisted person, and there's no going back; no point in trying. honestly, at least at the headspace I am right now writing this, I don't give a fuck that i hurt people. I'm so fucking used to crying and writhing about it, about grabbing onto people's ankles (metaphorically) and begging them to stay; not anymore! I don't give two shits who leaves me; to be honest, I'd honestly prefer if you simply abandoned me already, with no warning! i hate it here! i hate myself, and everyone around me!
sure, y'all are great. but it's a toxic relationship and I'd prefer it if you'd cut your losses before you get a finger chopped off.
often in class, I have uncontrollable fantasies about ripping my own face off, about strangling myself or someone else with that piece of skin; about hanging myself during a class presentation with a telephone wire, or a strand of hair. kiddie scissor to the eye
I'm such a fucking failure; everything around me dies, or fails, or gets worse. I got bs in all my classes this semester, except for civics, where I got a 50. I'm ending it all if I fail again. maybe I'm joking maybe i'm not I can't even fuckng tell anymore. please just
my dad tries to brush it off and tells me that I'll most likely graduate when i'm supposed to. why's he pretending like he rants to his friends about how I'm such a miserable fuck? about how I live in my own filth? about how i'm such a bad student, at least about turning in assignments? why does he think it's okay to tell me that you think i'm gonna need to retake a year, and then laugh and say that it's a joke, tell me that I'm overreacting?
it's your fucking fault I pride myself on how smart I supposedly am (or not, haha. i have never thought of myself being smart, not a single time), or how creative I am, or how talented I am, or how thin. how clean, how orderly, how organized, how unique, how good, how proper, how quiet, how respectful
HOW FUCKING HELPFUL
I don't think a single positive thing could be attributed to me, and I'd prefer to not be corrected. there's really just no point in denying the fact that I am a sick, sick, sick and twisted person, and there's no going back; no point in trying. honestly, at least at the headspace I am right now writing this, I don't give a fuck that i hurt people. I'm so fucking used to crying and writhing about it, about grabbing onto people's ankles (metaphorically) and begging them to stay; not anymore! I don't give two shits who leaves me; to be honest, I'd honestly prefer if you simply abandoned me already, with no warning! i hate it here! i hate myself, and everyone around me!
sure, y'all are great. but it's a toxic relationship and I'd prefer it if you'd cut your losses before you get a finger chopped off.
often in class, I have uncontrollable fantasies about ripping my own face off, about strangling myself or someone else with that piece of skin; about hanging myself during a class presentation with a telephone wire, or a strand of hair. kiddie scissor to the eye
I'm such a fucking failure; everything around me dies, or fails, or gets worse. I got bs in all my classes this semester, except for civics, where I got a 50. I'm ending it all if I fail again. maybe I'm joking maybe i'm not I can't even fuckng tell anymore. please just
my dad tries to brush it off and tells me that I'll most likely graduate when i'm supposed to. why's he pretending like he rants to his friends about how I'm such a miserable fuck? about how I live in my own filth? about how i'm such a bad student, at least about turning in assignments? why does he think it's okay to tell me that you think i'm gonna need to retake a year, and then laugh and say that it's a joke, tell me that I'm overreacting?
it's your fucking fault I pride myself on how smart I supposedly am (or not, haha. i have never thought of myself being smart, not a single time), or how creative I am, or how talented I am, or how thin. how clean, how orderly, how organized, how unique, how good, how proper, how quiet, how respectful
HOW FUCKING HELPFUL
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