I hate him.
I hate his stupid smile.
I hate his fucking dimples.
I hate his muscly arms, his toned torso and his thighs and calves,
I hate the way my tummy flips when i think about his voice,
I hate his fucking voice, how soothing it is, how it makes me want to dance every time i hear it
I hate how much he makes me laugh and smile, how he understood my humour when no one else did
I hate how comfortable yet on edge i felt around him, like flying in the air but being spun around at the same time
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I’m so tired. . . Tired of crying, fighting, trying to find some will to live inside this black hole of mine. I simply cannot take anymore. I’m trapped inside a world of hate and I am their object of disgust. The only future left is just day after day of pain to be added to my past.
I have attempted nine times unsuccessfully. 5 od’s. Hanging. 2slit wrist attempts. And downing mr.clean. I have scars covering my arms, shoulder to wrists and my thighs and calves. *sigh* but even cutting, the only friend Ive had, has left me now. But this helium thing and carbon […]