My best friends are the cuts on my left wrist. I’m not sure that anyone likes me anymore, and if they do they shouldn’t. But my scarlet lines are the only things that i can depend on to make me feel a little better. What can i say, im an addict.
hateme
hateme
I have dysthimic depression and am currently taking medication that doesn't always work. I don't hate my life, it's me that I hate. And everyone should hate me. I'm just a horrible person that isn't worth being saved.
The only thing that was keeping me alive was my brother and sister (they’re younger than me and idolize me) but now, if anything they could use the hit of reality. They’re a pair of spoiled brats who throw tantrums if they don’t get what they want. It just annoys the f*** out of me. Maybe i should just go. I’m an inconvenience to everyone.
You should. I’m ugly and fat, I’m selfish, I’m just a horrible person. I’m not sure why some people don’t agree with me. The only reason I’m still alive is because of my brother and sister. I shouldn’t be alive. I don’t deserve life. All I deserve is a long painful death.