Bad. Can't walk. Eyes hurt. Tears. Feel like a zombie. Can't do anything right. Everyone hates me. Hate myself. Hate life. Don't want to live. Can't cause self harm. Can't do anything. Don't comment. I'm fine. Or at least I try to tell myself that. Don't worry. I'm always like that. A stupid little shit that worries everyone or pushes everyone away or kills the mood or everything. Everyone hates me. I'm used to it.
DU LIEST GERADE
My Life
De TodoI know that no one will read this book, but I feel like writing right now and a lot of things online just say to write about yourself. So, in general, this is going to be about my life, from my point of view.
