So if you talk to me I'm normally a pretty chill and sweet person. You need to realize that it's a mask I wear to seem ok. There's are people who see past it, but can't even then see the truth.
I'm worthless. I am useless. I hate myself. I'm never good enough. No matter how hard I try I fuck something up. If I enter your life it will go to hell. Being born was an accident. I should just die. There is no point in me existing. I will never truly be loved. I don't trust myself. I'm broken and can never be fixed. I'm wrong for wanting to be happy. For anyone who has ever cried for me....don't waste your tears. I'm a pathetic fucking loser, an idiot. I'm a waste of space.
I'm always hurting, but you'll never know. I tell the biggest lie when I say I'm ok. Truth is I genuinely believe what I said. There's no point in caring about me because I'll somehow find a way to hurt you, especially if I don't want to. Every time I've ever been hurt I've always believed I deserved it. I'm a fucked up person with a fucked up mind and shattered heart. I act all confident and like I'm the shit, but like I said, it's all an act.
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Little moments of my creative mess
General FictionThis is going to hold little things I happen to write or think of. That being said understand that this is all just what comes to me. There isn't necessarily a rhyme or reason. It's just a look inside my mind