I hurt someone again and I knew something fucking stupid was going to happen. I fuck up all the time. They probably hate me now. I know they do. It's not been a day unless I've hurt someone, whether it's lashing out or accidentally. I can hear them all getting on without me and doing better without me there with them. They don't know this is about them though. They won't know either. I always get the feeling that they hate me, and I know it's true.
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عشوائيthis is where i empty my thoughts onto a page and publish it for people to read and probably laugh at and ignore
