I feel like all I do is cry and push people away. I can't do anything right because of it. I can't have a good relationship because of it. I can't sleep much because of it. I can't enjoy life much because of it. Most of the times I feel like a waste of space just aching to be normal, scraping for salvation of this horrid thing called life.
I hate myself.
And that is a fact.
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Inside The Horrible Mind Of Morgan.
PoesíaJust what it's like inside my head. Don't read it you don't want to. I really am just sick and tired of everything and the only way I can escape this hellhole most call life is through writing. So welcome to my darkside. Most of these are mine, bu...
