I hate myself, everything about myself. I can’t even find a gd thing about myself. Perhaps only my death is that tiny one good thing in life I will ever do.
Even that, I can’t do. So what do I do, hmm. Just burn my spirits slowly away in living hell. When is the end?
Ppl don’t understand my problems. They think I’m being bad. They think I’m crazy. Why can’t they fucking open their eyes and look at me? Me? Your daughter, your family, your friend. Look at me and accept me. I’m scared, can’t they see? I’m scared of what I will do. I have thoughts of hurting ppl. They won’t go away. I woke up and I think to hell with this world. Why am I hiding in my room with self-pity? If I’m all that bad in your eyes, I may as well live up to your expectations. I will do something so horrible that no one will even speak of. Don’t cry, cause I just doing what you think. I’m a monster, freak and a trash.
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There is nothing wrong with possessing thoughts of hurting people. That is absolutely normal for anyone to have. It depends on if you act out what you want or think. That is the crossing point that is the point of no return.
What makes you think that you are a monster, freak, and trash? You are only inferior to those that you believe that you are. Why do you need their acceptance? They are the ants and bugs that crawl on this earth. You don’t need to live up to their expectations, just yours.
You are you, not some pawn for them to use in order to gain what they want.