my book of regrets // rants

gone

im done

ive been faking my happiness and im sick of it

i act fine but im fucking not

nobody fucking genuinely likes me and im starting to hate myself even more

my fucking head has been stuck in the same place for months and when I finally get to leave it gets worse. everything gets worse.

and for you
how fucking dare you kick me when im already down. you're beating a fucking dead horse. let me be. if you're selfish enough you can fucking try me, but I really wouldn't. fuck you.

i hate myself

how fucking sad is that

i cant be happy until i stop hating myself.

im leaving for a while. i might write when i come back. this shit happens a lot. its seasonal/occasional but now its just bad. i want to be alone.

p.s. whenever you see me. im faking it. anyone could think im fine. dont fucking ask. leave me alone and let me fake until i feel better