Letters

A Letter To Myself

This is the reason. This is why everyone hates you. This is why no one likes you. This is why no one wants to hang out with you. This is ehyno one talks to you. You're such a shifty fucking human being. You can't even fucking take care of yourself. Your advice is shit, that's why no one asks for it. That's why no one asks for your opinion. You're a shitty friend. You don't think before you do something. You don't think before you say something. You're physically disgusting. Your personality is a thousand times worse. You treat everyone like shit. You don't know when to take something fucking seriously. You don't know how to fucking shut your mouth. All you do is drink your problems away. Just fucking kill yourself because nobody will fucking miss you. Hell, they barely acknowledge you alive. You're down to one friend, and soon, it'll be zero, so who the fuck would think twice about some asshole overdosing on heroin or slitting his wrists? Fucking no one. All of youfr Shit would be burned and given away, and your body would be left to fucking rot in some cheap hole in the ground. Nobody deserves to deal with your bullshit anyways.