I hate you. I hate you so much. You are the reason I'm like this. The reason I'm a ticking time bomb that goes off every single time I'm made fun of or teased. I hate how after every breakdown I reload and get ready for the next bomb. I seriously, genuinely, hate you. It takes a lot to hate someone, a lot of energy, a lot of passion, it takes a lot out of you. But I hate you and I don't think there will ever be a time where I don't.
I know I shouldn't talk to myself like this, but sometimes I can't help it.
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Depressing Stuff
PoetryIn the title, mostly me just venting about life... I write all of these if it's not mine I'll say so *spelling corrections coming soon
