I loath myself and the existence I am in. I don’t fit in. I’m hideous. I’m a loser. I try to help others, I try to learn what I do that makes people hate me so much. I’m just an outsider. I’m just a freak. I have so much rage and pain. I don’t know where it truly comes from. I don’t know why I can’t forgive the people who hurt me, even so many years later. Why do I obsess? Why was I even born?
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I’m sorry you’re struggling. I can’t answer those questions but I just wanted to let you know you aren’t alone and that your feelings are always valid, and whatever you choose to do with them is up to you. I hope you find some belonging one day.