You guys, I think I'm broken.
I can't do anything right.
I can't stop crying.
I can't stop messing up and I hate it and it's my fault that I forget.
And I hate this.
It hurts so much knowing that my family knows I'm useless and unable to do shit.
I mean, I'm trying but I can't stop crying cause I'm so fucking emotional and sensisitive cause I hate myself so fucking much.
I'm sure that my family really does hate me and I'm not sure I can do this anymore.
I'm just so fucking broken I can't do anything right.
And this is the only place where I can be me.
I'm sorry if I've ever let you guys down, that's the only thing I'm good at, messing up.
I just really hate me.
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Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel
Fanfic["I'm only one call away, and I'll be there to save the day. Superman's got nothing on me.] This is the continuation of my previous oneshots book "Kid, tell me what happened". I write Irondad and Spiderson. And some with other Avengers too. If you...
