I hate myself.
I
Hate
Myself
More than I have ever hated anything. I want to die. To cut. To bleed. I want to feel pain.
But honestly, I wish I didn't feel like this. I wish I could be happy. I wish everyone could see that I am not okay. I wish they could see that the "oh I'm fine"s and the "just tired that's all"s are lies. Fucking lies. Okay? I'm not okay.
So please.
Please notice.
I am not okay.
Love,
Zak
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Some Thoughts About Life
Non-FictionI don't know what this is, except the ramblings of a confused teen. Also I think I might use it as a journal. *Trigger* I'm fucked up and I talk about it
