I want everyone to hate me to the core when they look at me they get sick to their stomach my face a horror to them, like I do to myself I'm sick of being loved because it seems fake but hate it can't be faked if you hate someone you will fucking hate them, no mixed feelings.
I cried a lot felt the feelings of death even when I'm alive the loneliness is sickening, I hate it I don't know what I love I just leant to see some red on the hands of mine. The most beautiful hands I've ever laid my eyes on all my life. I want them coloured in the shade of me, my red.
