You ever have so much stuff inside your head you cant even feel one emotion, it's just this bundle of shitty feelings and all you want is for ever voice in your head to stop over analysing everything. All you hear inside is its your fault, you brought this on yourself, this is what you deserve for being you. And the really bad part is its all true. I try to believe I'm a good person but confession time, I'm as bad as they come. No I'm not a murderer I'm not a thief but I hurt everyone I come into contact with, even the ones I truly care about and all it does is in the end hurt me and cause me so much pain my only escape is sleep and even that isn't working like it use to. Ladies and gentlemen be good people. But at least it's not all bad, if my family at each other's throat and me feeling depressed 23 hours out of the day means the person I care about is truly happy, I'll pay that price in full, I'll go to the gates of hell to see that happen. To see them truly happy. I don't know what to do to find peace...
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RandomThese are just little letters about the way I see things day by day. This is mostly for me to get things off my chest and to kind of vent when I'm upset or happy or whatever. I hope some people can relate
