I'm nothing but a slut,
slag,
piece of shit,
worthless,
meaningless,
waste of space and oxygen,
fuck up,
fat,
stupid,
bitch,
attention whore.
why do you bother?
when I'm clearly all those things, you could have so much better and yet you put up with my shit, my problems and let yourself get stressed.
why? I'm north worth it!
YOU ARE READING
Some one who is fighting, and failing.
PoetryJust some depression things and quotes