My anxiety got the best of me.
I'm convinced you hate me now.
Of course you do, why wouldn't you?
My depression gave me all the reasons of why you hate me now.
I knew you'd come to your senses eventually, no one should like me as a friend, let alone have a crush on me.
I am ugly, inside and out.
I'm not made to be friends with people like you.
I'm meant to be alone.
It's better this way.
I don't deserve anyone.
I'm self centered and I obviously don't care about anyone else.
Hate me all you want.
You're not the only person.
I'm right there beside you.
I hurt myself today for the first time in months.
I turned the water so hot my skin was almost numb from the burning.
