I hate myself and I hate my life. I fuck everything up. I'm fucking disrespectful and go way too far. I'm annoying and weird. No one is ever gonna fucking love me. I'm just a big utter disappointment. The only thing I'm good at doing is soccer and I still manage to fuck that up. I hate the way I sound, the way I look, the way I act. I hate my fucking life. I hate everything fucking thing. I hate how I have no one to speak to with these things. I hate how I have no one to fucking hug and be able to just cry. I hate everything fucking thing and I'm so fucking done. I hate how I'm just waiting for the future. That's all I do. The only reason why I'm probably fucking living is because I want my future. I fucking hate everything and I hate how angry I get and I hate how I hate my life. I'm just fucking done... when are the good things going to happen because I'm sick of this shit
-sa

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