Woke up. partied hard. cried hard. wish IÂ could die. fucking hate myself. fucking hate the world. fucking hate humanity. not going to f*ing school. everything is fucking wrong.especially me.
“I don’t care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I’m not around
You’re so fuckin’ special
I wish I was special”
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you know, not thinking you’re special is actually a form of pride. It make you believe that the special things about you are just things everyone else can do, and you project your abilities onto them, then wondering why they can’t do this simple task you might get angry or hurt.