Thoughts.

sun and moon

Every single time I have a good day, or even a good couple days, it comes crashing down at night.
Does the moon hate me?
Or does the sun tell the moon to destroy me?
Or maybe it's just that the darkness of the night makes the darkness in my mind more violent.

Maybe it's just me getting tired of being happy and faking smiles all day that I let the moon attack me

I don't know why I'm complaining because I deserve it. I deserve every bit of pain I feel.

I'm no good to this world. I do nothing but take up space

I'm a waste
I'm nothing
I'm ugly
I'm fat
I'm stupid
I'm depressed
I'm anxious
I'm not worth anyone's time.
And don't tell me otherwise

Why should I believe you? That's what's been told to me all my life. Why should I believe that everyone I've ever met was wrong?
They were all right. I'm never going to be anything
I'm never going to accomplish anything
I am absolutely nothing to this world and everyone in it.

People keep pretending to care about me and to "love" me but they need to stop. I don't fucking deserve it.

I don't deserve to be happy, or to have nice thing

I don't fucking deserve to live a good life.

I deserve to die. The moon agrees with me.