I hate everything about myself. I hate how I hate everything and I just hate being alive. I hate it. Nobody understands me and they are just so quick to anger, and when my response is the same, it’s in turn my fault. I really don’t like anything anymore. Nothing at all. And joy is short lives and nobody appreciates me. Please be concerned about my mental health before you so go off on me. I’m apparently some suicidal kid that uses my past suicide attempts as a tool and fake mental illnesses and oh yeah! Apparently I’m anorexic because I want to go to the grocery and buy food… Oh, the irony
I just want to quit and go lay in the ground.
I want to self embalm me in a mindset of unease and depression. I yield no interest to anybody and carry no society altering perks or traits. I impress girls with shitty poems that… I fool them and only because they’re fools and I know it. No girl with any substance or any real sense of awareness of talent would not fail to see right through my skin deep creativity.
-self absorbed dbag